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R O L L O, 

Duke of 

NORMANDY: 

OR, THE 

TRAGEDY. 

As it is now Aded by His Ma- 
j E s T y's Servants. 



Written by 
John Fletcher, Gent. 

T.trenfed, ISlpyember 27. 1685. 

ROG ER L' ESTRANGE. 



L N T> N, 
Printed by R. Holt for Doman Newman, 



V 




DRAM AXI S 

PERSONS. 



FoUo^'YMt. IQnnaHon. 
Otto, J Mr. WiUkms, 

Aubrey, pMr. Gillo. 
§ishert, ?-Mr. Saunders. 
3aldfi>in,)Mt. Cartli>right. 

^fandj^ree^\)Ar. 'Baker ; 
Verdon, J Mr. LoTbe. 

TreVice, ") Mr. Terciyal, 
Dttprete, S Mr. Harris. 

Latorch, "yMr. Gr'ijfin. 
Hamond^y\x. Terin. 
Attan, ) Mr. Baker. 

Norbret, ^ Mr. <PoweL 

La Fisk, \ Mr. Bowman. 

'Rftfee, j Mr. LoTbe. 

T>e Bube, Mr. Saunders. 

'Pipeau, J Mifs Cockye^the little Girl. 

Cook, -NMr. Underhil. 

Yeoman of the Seller, (Mr. Harris. 
Butler, r Mr. Lowe. 

Tantler, J Mr. fowel 



.Sherif, 

■Guard, ^xa . 
f.rr- ' > Mutes. 

Boys, 



W O M E R 



So^hia^ pMrs. Corey. 
Edithy jMrs. Cooke. 



THE 



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THE 

R O L L O. 

TRAGEDY 

Acim Trimus. Seem Tr 'ma. 
Enter Gisbert and Baldwin. 



BM. H E Brothers then are met? 

Gif, They are, Sir. 

Bald. 'Tis thought,they may be reconcird. 
Gif:Tis rather wifht^for fuch,whofereafon 
Doth dired their thoughts without felf 
Dare not hope it. ( flattery. 

Bald, The fires of JLove,which the dead 
His equal care of both would have united, (Duke believ'd 

Ambition hath divided: and there are 
Too many on both parts, that know they cannot. 
Or rife to Wealth or Honour, their maia ends, 
Unlefs the tempell of the Princes fury 
Make troubled Seas, and thofc Seas yield fit Billows 

B In 




k 2 ) 

In their bad Arts, to give way to a Calm, 

Which yielding reft and good, prove their fuin,. 

And in the fhipwrack of their, hopes and fortunes, , - 

The Dukedom might be fav*d, had it but ten 

Thst ftood ?.fFeded to the general good, 

With that confirmed !zeal which brave u^drey does. 

Gif, He is indeed the perfed charader 
Of a good man, and fo his adtions fpeak him. 

BaU, But did^you obferve the many doubts, and cavitio{is> 
The Brothers flood upon before they met f 

Gif, I did j and yet, that ever Brothers fhould 
Stand on more nice terms, than fworn Enemies^. 
After a War proclaim'd, would with a ftranger 
Wrong the reporters credit ^ they fainted 
Atdiflance ^ and follrong was the fufpicion 
Each had of other, that before they durft 
Embrace, they were by fevVal fervants fearcht. 
As doubting concealed weapons. Antidotes 
Ta'n openly by both, fearing the room 
Appointed for the enter-view was poyfon*d. 
The Chairs, and CuQiions, with like care fur vey*d>:. 
And in a word, in every circumftance. 
So jealous on both parts, that it is more 
Than to be feared, concord can never joya 
Minds fo divided. 

BaU. Yet our beft endeavours- 
Shouid not be wanting, Giskn. 
■ Gif, Neither lhall they. 

Enter Grand pree , and Verdon. 

But what are thefe ? 

Bald. They are without my knowledge , 
But by their manners, and behaviours, 
They Ihould exprefs themfelves. 

Grand. Since we ferve Rollo.^ 
The Elder Brother, we'll be Rollians^ 
Who will maintain us. Lads, as brave .as Rommi*^. 
You ftand for him ? 

Ftrd. I do. 

Grand. Why, th'tn obferve 
How much thebufinefs, your fo long' d for buGnefsy 
By men that are nam^d from their Swords, concerns you. 
Lechery, our common Friend, fo long kept under. 
With whips,^and beating fatal hemps, fhall rife. 
And Bawdery, ia a French-hood plead, before lier 

Virginity 



virginity ftiall be Carted. 
rerd. Excellent! 

Grarjd, And Hell but grant, the quarrel that's between 
The Princes may continue, and the bufinefs 
That's of the Sword, t'outlaft three Suits in Law, 
And we will make Attorneys Lanfprifadoes, 
And our brave Gown-men prafticers of Back-fword ; 
The Pewter of all Serjeants Maces ihall 
Be melted, and turn'd into common Flaggons, 
In which it fhall be lawful to caroufe 
To their moft: lowfie Fortunes. 

£ald. Here's a Statefman. 

Grafid. A Creditor lhall not dare,* but by Petition, 
To make demand of any Debt j and that 
Only once every Leap-year, in which, if 
The Debtor may be'won for a French Crown, 
To pay a Soulz, he fhall be regiflred 
His Benefador. 

rerd. The Chancellor hears you. " 

Gra?^d. Fear not, I now dare fpeak as loud as he. 
And will be heard, and have all 1 fpeak, Law ^ 
Have you no eyes ? there is a reverence due. 
From Children of the Gown, to Men of Aftion. 

6*//: How's this? 

Gra?7d, Even fo , the times, the times are chang'd, 
AH bufinefs is not now preferred in Parchment, 
Nor fhall a Grant pafs, that w^ants this Broad Seal ^ 
This Seal d'ye fee ? your gravity once laid 
My head and heels together in the Dungepn, 
Tor cracking a fcald Officer's Crown, for which 
A time is come for vengeance, and expedl it ^ 
For know, you have not full three hours to live. 

Gif. Yes, foraevyhat longer. 

6>^W. To what end ? 

Gif, To hang you ^ think on that, Ruffian. 

Grand, For you, School-mafter, 
You have a pretty Daughter \ let me fee, 
Near three a Clock, ("by which time I much fear, 
I fhall be tir'd with killing fome five hundred) 
Provide a Bath, and her to entertain me. 
And that fliall be your Ranfora. 

Bdd, Impudent Rafcai. 

Bnttr to them Trevile and Duprete, 
Cif, More of the Crew? 

B 2 Grande 



(4) 

Gmd. What are you? Mlians ? 

Trev, No ^ this for Rolloy and all fuch as fcrve him y 
We fiand iotOtto. 

Grand. You feetn men of falhion, 
And therefore I'll deal fairly, you fliall have 
The honour this day to be Chronicled 
The firft men kill'd by Grandpree you fee this Sword, 
A pretty foolilh toy, my valour's Servant, 
And I may boldly fay a Gentleman, 
It having made when it was Charlemai^n'sj 
Three thoufand Knights*, this, Sir, ffiall cut your throat, 
And do you ail fair fervice elfe. 

Trev, I kifs your hands for "the good offer; here's another too, 
the fervant of your fervant lhall be proud to be fcour'd in your 
fwcet guts till when pray you command me. 

Grand, Your Idolater, Sir, Exeunt. Mamnt Gif. & Bald. 

Glf. That e'er fuch ihould hold the names of men,. 
Or Juftice beheld Cruelty, when it labours 
To pluck fuch weeds up ! 

Bald. Yet they are proteded, and by the great ones., 

Clf, Not the good ones, Baldwin. 

Enter to them Aubrey. 

'j^nh. Is this a time to be fpent thus by fuch 
As are the principal Minifters of the State 1 
When they that are the heads, have filFd the Court 
With Fadtions, a weak Woman only left - 
To ftay their bloody hands f can her weak arms 
Alone divert the dangers ready now 
To fall upon the Common- wealth, and bury 
The honours of it, leaving not the name 
Of what it was ^ Oh Gishert^ the fair tryals. 
And frequent proofs which our late Mailer made^ 
Both of your Love and Faith, gave him alFurasce^ 
Tochufeyou at his death a Guardian *, nay, 
A Father to his Sons ^ and that great truft. 
How ill do you difchargq ? I muft be plain. 
That, at the belt, y'are a fad looker on 
Of thofe bad pradices you Ihould prevent* 
And Where's the ufe of your Philofophy, 
In this fo needful a time ? be not fecure ^ 
For, Baldwin^ beafFur'd, fince that the Princes, 
When they were young, and apt for any form, 
Were given to your inftrudion, and grave ordering \ 
.Twill be expefted that they fliould be good, 

Or 



(5; 

Or their bad manners will b' imputed yours. 

Bald. Twas not in one, my Lord, to alter nature. 

Gtf Nor can my Counfels work on them that will not 
Vouchfafe me hearing. 
' Mb. Do thefe Anfwers fort, ^ 
Or with your place, or perfons, or your years? 
Can Gisherty being the Pillar of the Laws, 
Sec them trod under foot, or forced to ferve 
The Princes unjuft ends j and with a frown 
Be lilenc'd from exclaiming on th' abufe? 
Or Baldwin only weep the defpVate madnefs 
Of his feduced Pupils f fee their minds, 
Which with good Arts he labour'd to build up^ 
Examples of fucceeding times, o'erturn'd 
Py undermining Parafitcs *, no one Precept 
Leading to any Art, or great, or good, 
/But is forc'd from their memory, in whofe room 
i Black Counfels are received, and their retirements, 
[And fecret conference producing only 
foevilifli defigns, s. man would ftiame to father v 
but I talk when I fhould do, and chide others 
Fop that I now offend in : fee't confirm'd, 
Now do, or never fpeak more.. 

Cif. We are yours. 

Enter Rollo, Latorch, Trevilc, Grand pree, Otto, Verdon^ 
and Duprete. 

Rol You (hall know who I am. 
Otto. I do, my equal. 

Rol Thy Prince j give way were we alone, Td force ther,,< 

In thy belb blood, to write thy felf my Subjeit, 
And glad I would receive it. 

Anh. Sir. Gif. Dear Lord, 

Otto. ThySubjcdt! 

Rol. Yes, nor fhall tame patience hold me 
A minute longer, only half my felf ; 
My Birth gave me this Dukedom, and my Sword 
Shall change it to the common grave of all 
That tread upon her bofom, e'er I part with 
A piece of Earth, or Title that is mine. 

Otto. It needs not, and I would fcorn to receive. 
Though offer'd, whati want not : therefore know 
From me, though not deliver'd in great words. 
Eyes red with rage, poor pride, and threatned aition y 
Our Father at his death, then, when no accent^ 

Wer^t 



(6) 

Wer t thou a Son, could fall from hint in vain, 
Made us Co-heirs, our part of Land and Honours 
Of equal weight ; and to fee this confirmed. 
The Oaths of thefe are yet upon record^ 
Who though they fliould forfakt me, and call down 
The Plagues of Perjury an their finful heads, 
I would not leave my felf. 

Timr. Nor will we fee the Will of the dead Duke infringed, 
Lat. Nor 1 the elder rob'd of what's his right. 
Grand. Nor you ? 
Let me take place, I fay, I will notfee't.^ 
M y Sword is fharpefl. 

-/^^/i?. Peace you Tinder-boxes, 
That only carry matter to make a flame, - - 

Which will confume you. 

EoL You are troublefome, CTb Baldwin. 

This is no time for Arguments, my Title 
Needs not your School-defences, but my Sword, 
With which the Gordian of your Sophiftry 
Being cut, fnall fliew th'I mpofture. For your Laws JTo Gisbcrt. 
It is in me to change them when I pleafe, - 
I being above them^ Gisbert^ would you have me proted them ; 
Let them now ftretch their extreameil Rigor, 
And feize upon that Traytor ^ and your tongue 
Make him appear firfl: dangerous, then odious ^ 
And after, under the pretence of fafety 
For the fick State, the Lands and Peoples quiet. 
Cut off his head : and Til give up my Sword, 
And fight with them at a more certain weapon 
To kill, and with Authority. 

Gif. Sir, Lgrantthe Laws are ufeful weapons, but found cmt 
T'aflure the Innocent, not to opprefs. 
RoL Then you conclude him innocent ? 
Gif, The Power your Father gave him, muft ijot prove a Crime. 
.jii'-h. Nor fhould you fo receive it. 
Bdd. To which purpofe. 
All that dare challenge any part in goodnefs., 
'Will become Suppliants to you. 

They have none 
That dare move me in this : hence, I defie you, 
Beef hi. Parcy. bring it to your Laws, 
And thou thy double neart, thou Popular-Fool^ 
Your moral rules of Judice and her balance, 
J Hand on mine own guard. 
Otto. Which thy iiijullice 

Will 



(7) 

Will make thy Enemies ^ by the memory 
Of him, whofe better par J: now fuffers for thee, 
Whofe reverend Afhes with an impious hand 
Thou throw'it out to contempt, in thy repining 
At this fo jaft Decree j thou art unworthy 
Of what hislaft Will, not thj MgritSrgayc thee. 
That art fo fwoln vsithm, with all thofe mifchiefs ^ ' 
I That e'er made up a Tyrant, that tky breaft, 
—The Prifon of thy purpofes, cannot hold them. 
But that they break forth, and in thy own words 
Difcover, what a Monlter they muft ferve 
That fhall acknowledge thee. 

Jioi. Thou (halt not live to be fo happy. 

uinb. Nor your miferies begin in murther. 

[^He offers hts Sword at Otto, t^e FaBion joyning^ 
[Aubrey between fevers the Brcfthers, 
Duty, Allegiance^, and allrefpeds of what you are, forfake mej 
Do you ftare on? i&this a Theater? 
Or fhall thefe kill themfelves, like to mad Fencers, 
To make you fport ? keep them afunder, or . 
By Heaven, Til charge on all. 

Grand.- Ktep the peace, 
I am" for you, my Lord, and if you'll have me, 
ril ad the Conftables part. . 

u^nk Live I to fee this ? 
Will you do that your Enemies dare not wifii. 
And cherifn in your felves thofe Furies, which 
Hell would caft out ? Do, I am ready y kill mSy ^ 
And thefe, that would fall willingSaCrfficeT ~ 
To any Power that would reftore your reafon. 
And make you men again, which now you are not^ . 

J^ol. Thefe are your Bucklers boy. . 

Otio, My hinderances 5/ 
And were I not confirm*a, my juftice in 
The taking of thy life, could not weigh down 
The wrong, in flieddingthe leaftdrop of blood., 
Of thefe whofe goodnefsonly now protects thee^ 
Thou fhould'ft feel I in ad would only prove my felf 
What thou in words do'It labour to appear. 

Rol. Hear this, and talk again f HI break through all. 
But I will reach thy heart. 

Otto, *Tis better guarded. 

Enter Sophia. 
Sofh, MakQ way, or I will force it, who ai cbofe] 

My 



(8) 

My Sons? myfliatnes, tarn all your Swords on me,' 
And make this wretched body but one wound. 
So this unnatural quarrel find a grave 
In the unhappy womb that brought you forth : 
Dare you remember that you had a Mother, 
Or look on thefe gray hairs, made fo with tears. 
For both your goods, and not with age and yet 
Stand doubtful to obey her ? from me you had 
Life, Nerves, and Faculties, to ufe thefe Weapons ^ 
And dare you raife them againft her, to whom 
You owe the means of being what you are ? 

Otto, All Peace is meant to you. ^ 

Sofh. Why is this War then ? 
As it your Arms could be advanced, and ! 
Not fet upon the Rack ? your blood is mine. 
Your danger's mine, your goodnefs I Ihould fhare in 
I muft be branded with thofe impious marks 
You ftamp on your own foreheads and on mine. 
If you go on thiis : for my good name therefore. 
Though all refpeds of Honour in your felves 
Be in your fury choakfc, throw down your Swords ^ 
Your Duty fhould be fwifter than my Tongue ^ 
And joyn your hands while they be innocent ^ 
You have heat of blood, and Youth apt to Ambition, 
To plead an eafie pardon for what's paft : 
But all the ills beyond this hour committed. 
From Gods or men muft hope for no excufe. 

Gif. Can you hear this unmov'd? 
No Syllable of this fo pious charm, but {hould have power 
To fruftrate all the juggling deceits. 
With which the Devil blinds you. 

Otto, I begin to melt, I know not how. 

Rol, Mother, I'll leave you ^ 
And, Sir, be thankful for the time you live, 
Till we meet next ( which fliall be foon and fuddain) 
To her perfwafion for you. 

Soph, O yet, ftay, 
And rather than part thus, vouchfafe me hearing 
As Enemies ^ how is my Soul divided? 
My love to both is equal, as my wifhes ^ 
But are return'd by neither ^ my griev'd heart, 
Hold yet a little longer, and then break. 
I kneel to both, and will fpeak fo, .but this 
Takes from me th' Authority of a Mothers power ^ 
And therefore, like my felf, OttOj to thee, 

And 



(9) 

(And'yet obferve, Son, how thy Mothers tears 
Outftrip her forward words, to make way for'em) 
Thou art the younger, OttOy yet be now 
The firft example of Obedience to me. 
And grow the elder in my love. 

Otto. The means to be fo happy ! 

Soph, This j yield up thy Sword, 
And let thy Piety give thy Mother ftrength 
To take that from thee, which no Enemies force 
. Could e'er difpoil thee of : why do*ft thou tremble, 
And with a fearful eye fixt on thy Brother, 
Obferv'fl: his ready Sword, as bent againft thee ? 
1 am thy Armour, and will be pierc'd through. 
Ten thonfand times, before I will give way 
To any peril may arrive at thee *, 
And therefore fear not. 

Otto. 'Tis not for my felf, 
But for you, Mother-^ you are now ingag'd 
In more that lies in your^unqueflion'd vertue j 
For, fince you have difarm'd me of defence, 
Should 1 fall now, though by his hand, the World 
May fay it was your praiflice. 

Soph. All Worlds perilh. 
Before my Piety turn Treafons Parent, 
Take it again, and ftand upon your guard. 
And while your Brother is, continue arm*d , 
And yet, this fear is needlefs, for I know, 
My KoliOy though he dares as much as man, 
So tender of his yet untainted valour. 
So Noble, that he dares do nothing bafely. 
You doubt him ^ he fears you 1 doubt and fear 
Both i for others fafety, and not mine own. 
Know yet, my Sons, when of neceflity 
You muft deceive, or be deceived ^ 'tis better 
To fufFer Treafon, than to ad the Traytor j 
And in a War like this, in which the Glory 
Is his that's overcome confider then 
What 'tis for which you ftrive : is it the Dukedom ? 
Or the command of thefc fo ready Subjects ? 
E)efire of Wealth? or whatfoever elfe 
IFires your Ambition ? This ftill defp'rate madnefs. 
To kill the People which you would be Lords of j 
With Fire, and Sword to Ijjjfc that Country wafte, 
Whofe rule you feek for ^ to confume the Treafures, 
Which are the Sinews of your Government, 

C 



(lo) 

Incherilhing the Faftlons that defo^^ : . 
Far, far be this from/you ::l\l'ake;i^ not quefliotfd 
Whether you have iriterefl in that Dukedom, 
|Whofe ruine both contend for. 

Gm, I defire but to enjoy my own, which I will keep. 

KoL And rather than Pofterity Ihall have caufe - 
To fay I ruhrd all, divide the Dukedom, \ 
I will accept the Moiety. 

Otto. I embrace it. 

Sofh, Divide me firfl, or tear me Limb by Limb,^ 
And let them find as many feveral Graves, 
As there are Villages in iVor^^;?^^ : 

And 'tis lefs fin, than thus to weaken it. ' 
To hear it mention'd, doth already make me 
Envy my dead Lord, and almoft Blafpheme 
Thofe Powers that heard my prayer for fruitfulnefs,. 
And did not with my firll Birth ciofe my Womb : 
To me alone my fecond bleffing proves 
My firfb of mifery, for if that Heaven 
Which gave me there had ftaid his bounty. 
And Otto, my dear Otto^ ne'er had been. 
Or being, had not been fo worth my love, 
The ftream of my affedUon had run conHant 
In one fair current, all my hopes had been 
Laid up in one \ and fruitful NormanJy 
In this Divilian had not loft her Glones : 
For as 'tis now, 'tis a fair Diamond, 
Which being preferv'd intire, exceeds all value, 
But cut in pieces (though thefe pieces are 
Set in fine Gold by the beft Work-man's cunning) 
Parts with all EHimation So this Dukedom, 
As 'tis yet whole, the neighbourihg Kings may covetj 
But cannot compafs ; which divided, will ■ 
Become the Spoil of every barbarous Foe 
^ That will invade it. 

Gif. How this works in both ! 

Bald, Prince i?o//o's eyes have loll their fire. 

Gif. And anger, that but now wholly poffelTed' 
Good Otto^ hath given place to pity. 

Anb, End not thus Madam, but perfeft what's fo well begun.. 

Sofh. I fee in both, fair figns of reconcilement. 
Make them fure proofs they are fo : the Fates offer 
To your free choice, either to live Bfimplcs 
Of Piety, or Wickednefs : if the mkr. 
Blinds fo your Underftanding, that you cannot 

Pierce* 



Pierce through Iter pointed out-fide, difcover j Hf^Yi 

That fhe is all deformity withm, . n ; ^.T 
Boldly tranfcend all Prefidents of ^mifcbitf, ' ^ 



And let the laft^^and the worft end of Tyrannies, 
The Murther of a Mother, but be^in 
The ftain of blood you after are to heighten : 
But if that vertue, and her fure rewards, . 
Can win you toacccpC her for your , guide, 
To lead you up to Heaven, and there fix you 
The faireft Stars in the bright Sphere of Hojfour ^ 
Make me the Parent of an hundred Sons, 
Ail hrou^jht into the World with Joy, not Sorrow, 
And every one a Father to his Country, 
In being now made Mother of your Concord- 

JRoL Such, andfo good, loud Fame for ever fpeak you. 
^Bdd^ I, now they meet like Brothers. 

{The Brothers caft away their Swords and embrace^ 

Ctf. My hearts joy'^jflWs through ray .eyes. 

Atih, May never W omans tongue 
Hereafter be accus^-d, for this ones Goodnefs. 

Otto, if vv^e contend, from this hour, it ftiall be 
How to overcome in brotherly afFedion. ' ? 

Rol. Otto is Rollo now, and Rollo^ Otto, 
Or as they have one Mind, rather one Name: 
From this atonement let our lives begin, 
Be ail the reft forgotten. * 

Anb. Spoke like Rollo. 

Soph. And to the honour of this i-econcikment. 
We all this Night will at a publick Feaft, 
With choice Wines drown our late fears, and with Mufick 
Welcome our Comforts. - i 

Bald. Sure and certain ones. \^Exeu?n, 

{^Manent Grandpree, Verdon^ Trevile and Duprete. 

Grand. Did ever fuch a hopeful bufinefs end thus ? 

Vsrd. 'Tis fatal to us all, and yet you Grandpree^ 
Have the leaft caufe to fear. 

Gr^nd, Why, what's my hope ? 

Verd. The certainty that you have to be hang'd^ 
You know the Chancellor's promife. 

Grand. Plague upon you. - 

Verd. What t^ink fow of a Bath, and a Lord's Daugliter 
To,entcrtain you ? r 
Grand, Thofc defiresar€<)flR cr^^fiol i . 

C 2 Frail 



Frail thoughts, all Friends, no Rollians v\ovr^ notOtto^s: 

The fevVal court*lies of our Swords and Servants 

Defer to after confequence let's make ufe 

Of this Nights freedom, a ihort Parliament to us. 

In which it will be lawful to walk freely. 

Nay, to our drink we fhall have meat too, that's 

No ufual bufinefs to the men o'th' Sword, 

Drink deep with me to Night, we ihall to Morrow, 

Or whip, or hang the merrier. 

Trev, Lead the wajLthen* [^Exeunt, 



Acius Secmdm. Scena^Trima. 



Enter Lztarch y a}id Kollo. 

Lar. \ 7 \ 7Hy Ihould this trouble you ? 

V V ^('^ It does, and mull do till I find eafe. 

Lat. Confider then, and quickly j . 
And like a wife man, fake the current with you,, 
Which once turn'd head, will fink you *, blell occafion 
Offers her felf ifi a thoufand lafeties to you ^ 
Time ftanding ilill to point you out your purpofe,. 
And refolution (the true Child of Vertue) 
Ready to execute : what dull oeld weaknefs 
Has crept into your bofom,] whofe meer thoughts 
LikeTempefts, plowing up^the failing Forefls^ 
Even with their fwing were wo^it ta (hake down hazards. 
What is't, your Mothers tears ? 

I^oL Pray thee be patient. 

Lat, Her hands held up? her prayers, or her curfoe/ 
Oh power of paper djopt through by a Woman ! 
Take heed the Souldiers fee it not^^ 'tis miferable,. 
in Rello below miferable ; take heed your Friends, . 
The Sinews of your Caufe, the ftrength you ftir by„ 
Take heed, I fay, they find it not take heed 
Your own repentance Hike a Pafling-bell) 
Too late, and too loud, tell the W5iTa y'are periflit : 
What Noble Spirit, eager of advancement, 
Whofe Imployment is his Plough 3 what Sword whofe lharpnefs 

Waits* 



Waits but the arm to wield it ^ or what hope, 
After the World has blown abroad this weaknefs. 
Will move again, or make a wifli for 

Rol. Are we not Friends again, by each Oath ratified. 
Our tongues the Heralds to our hearts ? 

Lat, Poor hearts then* 

Rol. Our worthier Friends. 

Lat. No Friends, Sir, to your Honour 
Friends to your fall : where is your underftanding. 
The Noble Veffel that your full Soul faii'd in, 
■ Rib'd round with Honours, where is that? 'tis ruin'd. 
The tempeft of a Womans fighs has funk it.' 
Friendfhip, take heed Sir, is a fmiling Harlot, 
That when (he kilTes, kills, a fod'red Friendfliip • 
Piec*d out with Promifes ^ O painted ruine ! 

Rol, Latorch^ he is my Brother. 

Ldt. The more doubted y 
I For hatred hatclit at home is a tame Tiger, 
May fawn and fport, but never leaves his Nature v 
The jars of Brothers, two fuch mighty ones, 
Is like a fmall Stone thrown into a River, 
The Breach fcarce heard, but view the beaten Current, 
And you fhall fee athoufand angry Rings 
Rife in his Face, ftill fwelling and ftill growing v 
So jars circling diflruils, diftrufts breed dangers. 
And dangers death, the greatefl: extreme fhadow. 
Till nothing bound 'em, but the §hoar their Graves j 
There is no manly Wifdc^m, nor no fafety 
In leaning to this League,^ this piec'd, patcbt Friendfliip \ 
This rear'd up reconcilement on a Billow, 
Which as it tumbles, totters down ypur Fortune ^ 
Is't not your own you ireach at ? Law and Nature 
Ufhering the way before you ^ is not he 
Born and bequeathed your Subjed ? - 

Rol, Ha ! 

Lat, What Fool would give a Storm leave to dillurb his peace^ 
When he may fnut the Cafement ? can that Man 
Has won fo much upon your pity. 
And drawn fo high, chat like an ominous Comet, 
He darkens all your Light j can this toucht Lion, 
(Though now he licks and locks up his fell pawSj 
Craftily huming, like a Cat to cozen you) j 
But when Ambition whets him, and time fits him J 
Leap to his Prey, an'^leiz^d once, fuck your heart out? 
Do you make it Gonfciencc ? 



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:RqL Confcience, I/^orc^, what*s that ? 
Lat, A fear they tie up Fools in. Natures coward, 
Palling the Blood, and chilling the full Spirit 
(With apprehenfion of meer Clouds and Shadows. 

Mol, 1 know no Confcience, nor I fear no Shadows* 
^ Lat. Or if you did, if there were Confcience, 
If the free Soul could fufFer fuch a curb 
To the fiery Mind, fuch puddles to put it out , 
Muft it needs like a rank Vine, run up rudely. 
And twine about the top of all our Happinefs, 
Honour and Rule, and there lit fliaking of us? 

RoL It ihall not, nor it muft not ^ I am fatisfied, 
And once more am my felf again : 
My Mothers tears and womanifhcold prayers, 
Farewel, I have forgot you ^ if there be Confcience, 
Let it not come betwixt a Grown and me. 
Which is my hope of Blifs, and I believe it : 
Ono^ our friendibip thus I blow to air, 
A bubble for a Boy to play withal j 
And all the Vows my weaknefs made, like this. 
Like this poor heartlefs Rufh, I rend in pieces. 

Latr» Now you go right. Sir, now your eyes are open, 

Mol. My Father's laft Petition's dead as he is, 
^ And all the Promifes I closed his eyes with, 
In the fame Grave Lbury. 

Z/^?f . Now y'are a man. Sir. 

RoL Otto^ thou fhewft my Winding-ftieet before me, 
Which ere I put it on, like Heavens bleft fire 
In my dcfcent Til make it bluPn in blood ; 
A Grown, A Crown, Oh facred Rule, now fire me. 
Nor fhall the pity of thy Youth, falle Brother, 
Although a thoufand Virgins kneel before me, 
And every dropping eye a Court of Mercy, 
The f^ me blood with me, nor the reverence 
Due to my Mothers bltft Womb that bred us. 
Redeem thee from my doubts: thou art a Wolf here. 
Fed with niy Fears, and I mufl; cut thee from me : 
A Crown, A Crown ^ Oh facred Rule, now fire me,- 
No fefety elJe. _. ^v;™ 

Lat. But be not too much ftir'd, Sir, nor too high 
In your Execution ^ fwallowing Waters 
Run deep and filent, till they are fatisfied. 
And fmile in thoufand Curler, to gild their craft y 
Let your Swt5fd~fleep,; a~nd let my two edg'd wit work, 
^his happy Feaft, the full joy of your Friendihips 



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Shall be his laft. 

Rol. How, my Latonhl 

Lat. Why thus. Sir ^ 
ril prefently go dive into the Officers 
That minifter at Table :. Gold and Goodnefs, 
With Promife upon Promife, and time neceflary, 
ril pour into them. 

RoL Canft thou do it neatly? 

Lat, Let me^alone, and fuch a bait it fliall be, 
Shall take off ail fiafpicion. 

Kol. Go, and profper. 

Lat, Walk in then,and your fmootheft Face put OHjSir. lExennn 

SCENE II. 

E^ter the Mafier Cook Butler , T antler , Teoman of the 
Cellar^ with a Jack of Beer and a Dijh, 

€ook^ A hot day, a hot day, vengeance hot day boys. 

Give me fonie Drink, this fire's a plaguy fretter : 

Body of me, Tm dry flill *, give me the Jack boy , 

This wooden Skiff holds nothing. 
Fmt, And faith Mailer, what brave new Meats , for here 

Will be old eating. 
CooK Old and young, boy, let 'em all eat, I have it j 

I have Ballaft for their Bellies, if they eat a God's name. 

Let them have ten tire of teeth a piece,. I care not 3 
Bnt. But what new rare munition ? 
Coo^. Pilh, a thoufand ^ 

I'll make your Pigs fpeak French at Table, and a fat Swan 

Come failing out of England with a Challenge ^ 

ril make you a difh of Calves-feet dance the Canaries, 

And a Confort of cramm'd Capons fiddle to 'em ^ 

A Calves-head fpeak an Oracle, and a dozen of Larks 

Rife from the dilh, and fing all Supper time \ 

*Tis nothing boys , 1 have framed a Fortification 

Out of Rye palle, which is impregnable, 

And againfl that, for two long hours together. 

Two dozen of Marrow-bones fhall play continually : 

For Fifh, I'll make you a ftandingLake of white-broth, 

And Pikes come ploughing up the Plums before them j • 

Arkn^ like a Dolphin, playing X^^c/?^'/^*^, 

And brave King Herring with his Oyl and Onion, 

Crown'd with a Limon-piil, his way prcpair'd 



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With his ftrong Guard of Pilchers. 
J^ant. I marry Mafter. 

CooK Ail thefe are nothing r Vl\ make you a flubble Goofe, 
Turn o'th' toe thrice, do a crofs jpoint prefentiy, 
And fit down again, and cry come eat me: 
Thefe are for mirth. Now, Sir, for matter of Mourning, 
ril bring y.ou in the Lady Loyn of Veal, 
With the long love llie bore the Prince of Orange. 

j^U. Thou boy, thou. 

Cook. 1 have a crick for thee too. 
And a rare trick, and 1 have done it for thee. 

reom. What's that good Mailer ? 

Cooh *Tis a Sacrifice. ' 
A full Vine bending, like an Arch, and under 
The blown god Bacchm-^ fitting on a Hogfhead, 
His Altar Beer : before that, a plump Vintaer 
Kneeling, and offering incenfe to his Deity, 
Which fhall be only this, red Sprats and Pilchers. 

But, This when the Table's drawn, to draw the Wine on* 

Cook, Thou haft it right, and then comes thy Song, Butkr. 

Tmt. This will be admirable. 

Teom. Oh Sir, ftioft admirable. 

Cook, If you'll have the Pafty fpeak, 'tis in my power^ 
I have fire enough to work it come, ftand clofe, 
And now rehearfe the Song, we may be perfed, 
The drinking Song, and fay I were the Brothers. 

The Drinking SONG. 

DR 'mk to day and drown all forroWj 
Ton Jhall perhaps not do it to morrm, 
Beji while you have it ufe your breathy 
there is no drinking after death. 

Wine works the heart up^ wakes the wit. 
There is no cure \ainfi Age hut it. 
It helps the Head-ach^ Cough and Phthijickj 
And is for all Difeafes Phyjtck. 

Then let us fwill hoys for our healthy 
Who drinks welly loves the Common-wealth^ 
And he that will to hedgo foher^ 
Tails with the Leaj Jlifl in 0;itober. 



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Well have you born your felves a red Deer t>ye, Boys, 
And that no lean one, I bequeath your Virtues 
What Friends haft thou to day ? no Citizens ? 

Pam. Yes Father, the old Crew. 

Cook. By the mafs true Wenches : 
Sirrah, fet by a Chine of Beef, and a hot Pafty, 
And let the Joll of Sturgeon be corrected 
And do you mark, Sir, ftalk me to a Pheafant, ^ . 
And fee if you can fhoot her in the Cellar. 

Pa^jt. God a mercy Lad, fend me thy roaring bottles, 
And with fuch Nedar I will fee 'em filFd, 
That all thou fpeak'ft fhall be pure Helicon. 

Enter Latorch. 

Monfieur Latorch ? what News with him ? Save you. 

Lat. Save you Mailer, fave you Gentlemen, 
You are caftwig for this Preparation 
This joy ful Supper for the Royal Brothers :- 
I'm glad I have met you fitly, for to your charge 
IMy bountiful brave Butler, I mufl deliver 
A Bevie of young Laffes, that muft look on 
This Nights Solemnity, and fee the two Dukes, 
Or 1 (hail lofe ray credit; you have Stowage ? 

Bnt. For fuch freight Til find room, and be your fervant: 

Cooi^. Bring them,they fhall not ftarve here, I'll fend 'em viduals 
Shall work you a good turn, though it be ten days hence, Sir. 

Lat. God a mercy Noble iMafter. 

Cook, Nay, Til do't. 

Teom. And Wine they fhall not want, let 'em drink like Ducks. 

Lat, What mifery it is that mind's fo Royal, 
And fuch mofl honeft Bounties, as yours are, 
Should be confin'd thus to uncertainties ? 

But, I, were the State once fetled, then we had places. 

Teoffi. Then we could fhew our felves, and help our Friends, Sir. 

Coo\. I, then there were fome favour in't, where now 
We live between two Stools, every hour ready 
To tumble on our Nofes \ and for ought we know yet, 
For all this Supper, ready to fail the next day. 

Lat, 1 would fain fpeak unto you out of pity. 
Out of the love J bear you, out of honefty. 
For your own goods \ nay, for the general blefling. 

Coo^^ And we would as fain hear you, pray go forward. 

Lat, Dare you but think to make your felves up certainties. 
Your places and your credits ten times doubled, 
The Princes* Favour, Kollo'^ ? 

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But. A fw^eet Gentleman. 

7eom. I, and as bounteous, if he had his right too. \ 

Cook. By the mafs, a Royal Gentleman indeed Boys,, 
He d make the Chimneys fmoak. 

Lat. He would do^t Friends, 
And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers ^ 
What could you want then? dare you ? 
^ Cook. Pray you be ftiort, Sir. 

Lat. And this my Soul upon't, I dare allure you>, 
If you but dare your parts. 

Cook,, Dare not me Moniieur, 
For I, that fear nor Fire nor Water, Sir, 
Dare do enough, a man would think. 

Teom. Believe't, Sir ^ 
But make this good upon us you have promis d,; 
You (hall not find us flmchers. 

Lat. Then I'll be fuddain. 

Fam, What may this mean? and whither would he drive us?^ 

Lat. And firft, for what you muft do, becaufeall danger 
Shall be apparently ty 'd up and muzi'd, 
The matter feeming mighty : there's your Pardons. 

Pam. Pardons? is't come to that ? gods defend us. 

Lat. And here's five hundred Crowns in bounteous earneft,. 
And now behold the matter. [Lztorchpves each a Faf er. . 

But. What are thefe, Sir? 

Teom, And of what nature ? to what ufe ? 

Lat, Imagine. 

Cook^. Will they kill Rats? they eat my Pyes abominably 
Or work upon a Woman cold as Chrillmas ? 
1 have an old jade flicks upon my fingers, 
May I tafte them ? 

Lat. Is your Win made? 
And have you faidyour prayers? for they'll pay you 
And now to come up to you, for your knowledge. 
And for the good you never ihall repent you, 
If you be wife men now. 

Cook. Wife as you will, Sir. 

Lat, Thefe muft be put then into thefeveral Meats 
.Young Otto loves, by you into his Wine, Sir, 
Into his Bread by you, by you into his Linen. 
Now if you deCre, you have found the means 
To make you, and if you dare not, you hava 
Found your ruine \ refolve me e'er you go* 

But, Yoii''l keep your Faith with us. 

Lat, May I no more fee Light elfe. 

CooK 



Cook. Why 'tis done then f 
Sut, *Tisdone. 

Pant. Tisdone, which ftiall bc undone. 
Lat. About it then, farewel, y'are all of one mind. 
Cook^ All ? 
^/L All, All. 

Lot, Why then, all happy. t^w. 
Bat, What did we promifehim? 
Teom. Do you ask that now ? 
But, I would be glad to knovf what 'tis. 
> -Pant, ril tell you. 

It is to be all Villains, Knaves, and Traytors. 
Cooki Fine wholefome Titles. 
Pant. But if you dare, go forward. 
Cooki We may be hang'd, drawn, and quartered. 
Pant. Very true. Sir. 

Cook: What a goodly fwing I fliall give the Gallows ? yet I 
think too , this may be done , and yet we may be rewarded , not 
with a Rope, but with a Royal Matter : and yet we may be 
hang'd too. 

Yeom. Say it were done j who is it done for? is it not for RoHo ? 
And for his Right ? 

Cook: And7et we may be hang'd too. 

Bnt. Or fay he take it, fay we be difcoverM : 
Is not the fame man bound ftill to proteft us ? 
Are we not his ? 

Bnt. Sure, he will never fail us. 

Cook^ If he do, Friends, we fliaH find that will hold us. 
And yet me thinks, this Prologue to our purpofe, 
Thefe Crowns fliould promife more : 'tis eafily done, 
As eafie as a man would roall an Egg, 
If that be all *, for look you, Gentlemen, 
Here ftand my Broths, my finger flips a little, 
Down drops a Dofe, I ftir him with my Ladle, 
And there's a Difh for a Duke : 0/ia PoMda. 
Here ftands a bak'd meat, he wants a little feafoning 
A foolifh miftake *, my Spice-box, Gentlemen, 
And put in feme of this, the matter's ended ^ 
Dredge you a dilh of Plovers, there's the Art on't. 

Teom. Or as I fill my Wine. 

Cook: 'Tis very true. Sir. 
Blefling it with your hand, thus quick and neatly^ firft^ 'tis paft 
And done once, 'tis as eafie 
For him to thank us for it, and reward us. 

Pant. But 'tis a damn'd fin. 

D 2 Coci 



€ook^ never fear that. 
The fire's my play-fellow, and now I am refolv'd, Boys. 
Bnt. Why then, have with you:. 
Teom^ The fame for me. 
Fa-a. For me too. 

Cook. And now no more our Worfhips, but our Lordfhips. 
Faap, Not this year,on my knowledgCjl'll unlord you. [Exemt, 

S C E N E III. 

Enter Servant , and Sewer, - . 

Serv, Perfume the Room round, and prepare the Table, 
Gentlemen Officers, wait in your places. 

Sew, Make room there, 
Room for the Duke s Meat. Gentlemen, be bare there, 
Clear all the Entrance: Guard, putbythofe Gapers, 
And Gentlemen-ulher/, fee the Gallery clear, 
The Dukes are coming on. 

Hoboys^ a Banquet. 

Enter So^hiz^ ktmenV^oYio and Otto, Aubrey, Latorch, Gifbert, 
Baldwin, Atttndants^ Hamond, Matilda, Edith. 

Serv, *Tis certainly informed. 

Otto. Reward the Fellow, and look you mainly to it. 

Strv. My life for yours. Sir. 

So^h^ Now am 1 ilraight, my Lords, and young again,' 
My long fmce bialted hopes fhoot cut in Bbflbms^ 
The fruits of everlaffiing love appearing y 
Oh! mybleftBoys, the honour of my years, 
of all my cares| the bounteous fair Re warders. 
Oh ! let me thus embrace you, thus for ever 
Within a Mothers lovelock up your Friendlhips : 
And my fweet Sons, once more with mutual twinings^^ 
As one chafte bed begot you, make one Body . 
BlefTings from Heaven in thoufand fhowers fall on you. 
. Anh, Oh ! Womans goodnefs never to be equaffd, 
May the mofl finful Creatures of thy Sex, 
But kneeling at thy Monument, rife Saints. 

So^h. Sit down my worthy Sons ^ my Lords, your Places*. 
I, now me thinks the Tablets nobly furniftit ^ 
Now the Meat nourifhes^ the Wine gives fpirit j 
And all the Room ftuck with a general pleafure, ' . 

Shews 



Shews like the peaceful Boughs of happinefs. 

jinb. Long may it laft, and from a heart fiird with it. 
Full as my Cup ^ I give it round, my Lords. 

Bald, And may that ft ubborn heart be drunk with forrov7 
Refufes it ^ men dying now fhouid take it, 
And by the virtue of this Ceremony 
Shake off their Mifcries, and fleep in peace. 

Rol. You are fad, my Noble Brother. 

6tto. No, indeed. Sir. 

Sofh, No fadnefs, my Son, this day. 

Rol. Pray you eat, 
Something is liere you have lov*d j tafte of this Difh, 
It will prepare your Stomach. 

Otto, Thank you Brother : 1 am not now difpos'd to eat 

Rol, Or that, 

Ycm put us out of heart man, come,, thefe bak't Meats 
Were ever your beft Dyet. 

Otto, None, I thank you, 

Sofh, Are you well, Noble Child ? 

Otto, Yes, Gracious Mother. 

Rol, Give him a Cup of Wine, then, pledge the Health, 
Drink it' to me, 1*11 give it to my Mother. 

Sofh. Do, my beft Child; 

Otto. I mud not, my beft Mother, 
Indeed I dare not: for of late, my Body . 
Has been much weakned by excefs of Dyetf, 
The promife. of a Fever hanging on me, " 
And even now ready, if not by abftinence 1 

Rol, And will you keep it in this general Freedom v 
A litde health preferred before our Friendfliip ? 

Otta, I pray you excufe me. Sir; 

Rol, Excufe your felf, Sir, 
Come, 'tis your fear, and not your favour, Brother, 
And you have done me a moft w^orthy kindnefs. 
My Royal Mother, and you Noble Lords ^ 
Here, for it now concerns me to fpeak boldly; 
What Faith can be expeded from his Vows, 
Fromhis aifliiinbling Smiles, what fruit of FriendSip 
Erom all his dull Embraces, what bleft ilTue, 
When he fhali brand me here for bafe fufpicion? 
He t^lctrnre for a-Pja^oner. 

Sofh. Gods defend it. Son, 

Rol. For a foul Knave, a Villain, and fo fears me. 

Otto. I could fay fomething too. 

Sofh, You muft not fo, Sir, 



Without 



Without your great forgetfulnefs of vertue ; 
This is your Brother, and your honoured Brother. 
RoL If he pleafe fo. 

Sofh, One Noble Father, with as noble thoughts. 
Begot your Minds and Bodies , one care rockt you. 
And one truth to you both was ever facred j 
Now fie, my Otto^ whither flies your goodnefs ? 
Becaufe the right hand has the power of cutting. 
Shall the left prefently cry out 'tis maimed ? 
They are one, my Child, one power, and one performance, 
And joyn'd together thus, one love, one body. 

jii^h. I do befeech your Grace, take to your thoughts 
More certain Counfellors, than doubts and fear^, 
They ftrangle Nature, and diTperfe themfelves 
fif once believ'd) into fuch Fogs and Errors, 
That the bright Truth her f^f can nevef fev^r : 
Your Brother is a Royal Gentleman, 
Full of himfelf. Honour, and Honefty, 
And take heed, Sir, how Nature bent to Goodnefs, 
(So ftreight a Cedar to himfelf) uprightnefs 
Be wrefted from his true ufe, prove not dangerous. 

Rol, Nay, my good Brother knows, I am, too patient 

Lat, Why thould your Grace think him a Poyfoner? 
Has he no more refpedt to Piety f 
And but he has by Oath tyM up his Fury, 
Who durfl: but think that thought ? 

Auh, Away thou Firebrand. 

Lat. If men of his fort, of his power, and place, 
The Eldeft Son in honour to this Dukedom. 

Bald, For fliame contain thy tongue, thy povfonous tongue 
That with her burning venom will infed all, i 
And once more blow a wild- fire through the Dukedom. 

Gif, Latorchy if thou be'ft honeil, or a man, 
Contain thy felf. 

Anh. Go to, no more, by Heaven 
You'll find y'have plaid the foolelfe, not a word more. 

Soph, Prethee, fweet Son. 

Foi. Let him alone, fweet Mother, and my Lords, 
To make you underftand how much I honour 
This Sacred Peace, and next my Innocence, 
And to avoid all future difference, 
Difcourfe may draw on to a way of danger, 
I quit my place, and take my leave for this Niglit;> 
Wilhing a general joy may dwell among you. 
Shall we wait on your Grace ? 



Rol. I dare not break you. Latorch. [Ex, Kol.and L^t^ 

Otto. Oh Mother, that your tendernefs had eyes, 
Difcerning eyes, what would this man appear then / 
The tale of Synon^ when he took upon him ^ 
To ruine Troy j with what a cloud of cunning i 
He hi^ hiS heart, nothing appearing outwards. 
But came like Innocence, and dropping Pity, 
Sighs that would fink a Navy, and had tales 
Able to take the ears of Saints, belief too, 
And what did all thefe? blew the fire to Ilinm. 
His crafty Art fbut more refin'd by lludy) 
My Brother has put on : Oh, I could tell you. 
But for the reverence 1 bear to Nature, 
Things that would make yourhoneft blood run backward. 

So^h, You dare tell me/ 

Otto, Yes, in your private Clolet, 
Where I will prefcntly attend you v rife^. 
I am a little troubled, but 'twillofF. 

Sofh. Is this the Joy I look'd for ? 

Oite. All will mend, 
Benotditturb'd,dear Mother, ril not fail you. C^\:.Soph.WOt 

Bdd, I do not like this. 

Aub. That is ftill in our powers, 
But how to make it fo that we may like it. 

Bald. Beyond us ever ^ Latorch mt thought wasbufie. 
That Fellow,if not lookt to narrowly, will do a fuddain mifchief, 

jiah. Hell look to him, - - ^ 

For if there may be a Devil above all, yet 
That Rogue will make him ^ keep you up this Night,, 
And fo will I, for much I fear a danger. 

Bald, I will, and in my Watches ufe my Prayers. {^Exeunt o 



Ml US T^ertim. ScenaTrima,. 



Enter Sophia, Octo, Matilda,. Edith. 

Ottc.^On wonder, Madam, that for all the (hews 

X My Brother RoUo makes of hearty love, 
And free ponTcfiion of the Dukedom 'twixt us ^ 
1 notwithftanding fhould Hand Hill fufpicious, 

As* 



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As if beneath thbfe Veils, he did convey 
Intents and Pradkes of Hate, andTreafon'.^ 
It breeds indeed my wonder. 
Otto. Which makes mine. 
Since it is fo fafe and broad a beaten way. 
Beneath the name of Friendfhip to betray. 

Sofh, Though in remote and further off afFeftions, 
Thefe falfnoods are fo common, yet in him 
They cannot fo force Nature. 

Of/o. Tlie more near 
The bands of truth bind, the more oft they fever. 
Being better cloaks to cover faiOiood over. 

Sofh, It cannot be, that fruits the Tree fo blalling 
Can grow in Nature ; take heed, gentle Son, 
Left lome fabarn'd Suggefter of thefe Treafons,. 
Believ'd in him by you, provok'd the rather 
His tender Envies, to fuch foul Attempts ^ 
Or that your too much love to rule alone. 
Breed not in him this jealous Paffion 3 
There is. not any ill we might «ot bear, 
V7ere not our good held at a price too deai\ 
Otto. So apt is Treachery to be excufed. 
That Innocence is flili aloud abufed? 
The fate of Vertue even her Friends perverts, 
To plead for Vice„. oft- tim.es againft their hearts. 
Heavens blefilng is her curfe, which flie muft bear, 
That {he may never love. 

Soph, Alas, my Son, nor Fate, nor Heaven it felf, 
-Can or would wreft my whole care of your good 
To any leaft fecurenefs in your ili : ^ 
What 1 urge ilFues from ray curious fear ^ 
Left you (hould make your means to fcape your fnare. 
Doubt of fincerenefsisthe only mean. 
Not toincenfe it; but corrupt it clean. 

Otto. I r^eft as far from wrong of fincerenefs, 
As he flies from the pra^cice, truft me, Madam, 
I know "by their ConfefFions,^ he fuborn'd. 
What I fnould eat, drink, touch, or only have fcented, 
j This Evening Feaft was poyfonedl but 1 fear 
• This open violence more, that treacherous odds, 
Which he in his infatiate thirft of rnle ^ 
Is like to execute. ^ — 

Soph. Believe it Son, 
If ftill his Stomach be fo foul to feed 
Qn fuch grofs Objefts, and that thirft to rule 



The State alone be yet unquench'd in him, 
Poyfons and fuch clpfe Treafons ask more time, 
Than can fafEce his fiery Spirits haft : ' 
And were there in him fuch defireto hide 
So faife a pradice, there would likewife reft 
Confcience and fear in him of open force. 
And therefore clofe nor open you need fear. 

Mat. Good Madam, ftand not fo inclined to truft j 
What proves his tendreft thoughts to doubt it juft p \ 
Who knows not the unboundeoTldod and Sea, 
In which my Brother ^t?//o's appetites 
Alter and rage with every puff and breath ? 
His fwelling blood exhales, and therefore hear. 
What gives |my temperate Brpthei/caufe to ufe 
His readieft'circumfpedtion, and confult 
For remedy againft all his wicked purpofes ; 
If he arm, arm ; if he ftrew Mines of Trealbn, 
Meet him with Countermines, it is Juftice ftill 
(For goodnefs fake) t*encounter ill with ill. . 

Sofh. Avert from us fuch Juftice, equal Heaven^ 
And all fuch caufe of Juftice. 

Otto. Paft all doubt 
(For all the facred privilege of Night) 
This is no time forus to fleep or reft in ; 
Who knows not all things holy are prevented 
With ends of all impiety, all but 
Luft, Gain, Ambition. 

Emer Rollo, armed^ ami Latorch. 

RoU Perifh all the World 
E'er I but lofe one foot of poflible Empire, 
Be flights and colour us'd by Slaves and Wretches, 
I am exempt by Birth from both thefe Curbs., 
And fince above them in all Juftice, fince 
I fit above in Power, where Power is given. 
Is all the right fuppos'd of Earth and Heaven. 

Zjat. Prove both Sir, fee the Traytor. 

Otto, He comes arm'd, fee Mother, now your confidence. 

Sofh. What rage afFecfts this Monfter ? 

KoL Give me way or perifh. 

Sofh, Make thy way Viper, if thou thus afFeil it. 

Otto. This is a Treafon like thee. 

Rol. Let her go. 

So^h, Embrace me, wear me as thy' Shield, my Son > 
And through my breaft let his rude Weapon run, 

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To thy lives innocence. 

Otto. Play not two Parts, 
Treacher and Coward both ^ but yield a Sword, 
And let thy arming thee be odds enough 
Againft my naked bofom. 

Hoi. Loofe his hold. 

^^f. Foibear bafeMurtherer. 

RoL Forfcike our Mother. 

Soph. Mother, doftthou name me, and put'ft off Nature thus ? 

Kol, Forfake her Traytour, 
Or by the Spoufe of Nature through hers 
This leads unto thy heart 

Otto. Hold. - 

Soph. Hold me ftill. 

Otto. For twenty hearts and lives I will not hazard 
One drop of blood in yours. - 
Soph. Oh! thou art loft then. 
Otto. Proted my Innocence, Heav.en. 
Sodh. Call out murther. 
Adar. Be murther^<i^ai, but fa ve him. 
Ed. Murther, murther. 
^o/. Cannot I reach you yet ? 
Otto. No Fiend. 

Eol. Latorch^ refcue, -I'm down. 
Lat. Up then, your Sword cools Sir, 
Ply it i*th' flame, and work your ends out. 
Eol. Ha, have at you there, Sir. 

Emr Aubrey. 

j^nb. Author of Prodigies, what Sights are thefe ? 

Otto. Oh I give me a Weapon, Aubrey. 

Soph. Oh! part 'em, part!em. 

Anb. For Heavens fake no more. 

Otto. No more relift his Fury, no rage can 
Add to his mifchief done Byes. 

5op^. Take Spirit my 0^A<7, 
Heaven will not fee thee dye thus. 

Mat. He is dead, and nothinglives but death of every goodnefs-. 

Soph, Oh! he hath llain his Brother, curfe him Heaven. 

Rol. Curfe and becurfed, it is the fruit of curfing, 
Latorchy take off here, bring to, of that blood 
To colour o'er my Shirt, then raife the Court,. 
And give it out how he attempted us 
In our bed naked : lhall the name of Brother 
Forbid us to inlargc our State and Powers ? 

Or 



■ rwi ^ 

Or place affeds of blood above our realbn ? 
That tells us all things good againft another. 
Are good in the fame Line againft a Brother. [^Exit, 

Enter Gisbert, Baldwin, 

Cif. What Affairs inform thefe Out-cries ? 

j^ub. See and grieve. 

Gif, Prince Otto flain ! 

^^/^/. Oh execrable Slaughter! 
What hand hath authored it ? 

jittb. Your Scholar's, Baldwin, 

Bald. Unjuftly urg'd, Lord Aubrey^ as if I, 
For being his Schoolmafter, muft own this Doftrine, 
You are his Counfellors, did you advife him 
To this foul Parricide ? 

Gif, If rule afFed thisLicence, who would live 
To worfe, than dye in force of his Obedience ? 

Bald, Heavens cold and lingring Spirit to punifh lln. 
And human blood fo fiery to commit it. 
One fo out goes the other, it will never 

Be turn'd to fit Obedience. / 

Anb. Burftitthen 
With his full fwing given, where it brooks no bound. 
Complaints of it are vain ^ and all that refts 
To be our refuge ( fince our Powers are ftrengthlefs) 
Is to conform our Wills to fuffer freely, 
What with our murmurs we can never matter ^ 
Ladies, be pleafed with what Heavens pleafure fufFers, 
Eredl your Princely Countenances and Spirits, 
And to redrefs the mifchiefs now reliftlefi. 
Sooth it in fhew, rather than curfe or crofs it \ 
Which all amends, and vow to it your beft. 
But till you may perform it, let it reft. 

Gi[, Thofe temporizings are too dull and fervile. 
To breath the free Air of a manly Soul, 
Which fhall in me expire in Execrations, 
Before for any Life I footh a Murthcrer. 

Bald, Your lives before him, till his own be dry 
Of all Lives Services, and human Comforts j 
None left that looks at Heaven is half fo bafe 
To do thofe black and hellilh Actions grace. 

Enter Rollo, Lat. Ham. and Gmrd. 

* 

RoL Hafte Latorch^ 
And raife the City as the Court is rais'd, 

E z Proclaiming 



Proclaiming the abhorr*d Confpiracy 
In Plot againft my Life. 

Lat. I hafte, my Lord. l^Exu^^, 

RoL You there that m.ourn upon the juftly flain, 
Arife and leave it, if you love your lives. 
And hear from me what (kept by you) may fave you. 

Mat, What wiITtne Butcher do? I will not ftir. 

^oL Stir, and unforc't ftir, or ftir never more : 
Command her, you grave Beldam, that know better 
My deadly Refclucions, fince I drew them 
From the infedive. Fountain of your own - 
Or if you have forgot, this fiery Prompter 
Shall fix the frelh impreffion on yoar heart. 

Sofh. Rife Daughter, fervehis Will in what we may,. 
Left what we may not he enforce the rather. 
Is this all you command us /' 

RoL This addition only admitted, that when I endeavour 
To quit me of this- Slaughter, you prefume not 
To crofs me with a fy liable for your Souls ^ 
Murmur, nor think againft it, but weigh well, 
It will not help your ill, but help to more. 
And that my hand wrought thus far to my will,. 
Will check at nothing till his Circle fill. _ ' 

Mat, Fill it, fo i confent not, but who fooths it 
Confents, and who confents to Tyranny, does it. 

Rol. Falfe Traytrefs, dye then with him. 

^nk Are you mad, to offer at more blood, and make your felf 
More horrid.to your People ? r 11 proclaim. 
It is not as your Inijrumnt will publifh. 

RoL Do^ and take that along with you- ^fo nimble ! 

B,eiign my Sword, and dare not for thy Soul 
To offer v^/hat thou infolently threatneft ^ 
One word, proclaiming crofs to what Latorch 
Hath in CommilTion, and intends to publifh. 

Mb, Well, Sir, not for your threats, but for your good, 
Since more hurt to you would more hurt your Country, 
And ihat yon muft make Vertue of the need 
That now compels you. Til confent as far. 
As iilence argues to your will proclaimed : 
And lince no more Sons of your Princely Father 
Survive to rule but you, and that I wifh 
Ybu ihould rule like your Father, with the Love 
And Zeal of all your Subjecfts ; this foul Slaughter 
That now you have committed made alhamed 
With that fair bklTuig, that in place, of plagues. 

Heaven 



Heaven tries dur mending difpofition with ; 

Take here your Sword, which now ufe like a Princej 

And no more like a Tyrant. 

RoL This founds well, live and be gracious with us. 

Gif, and Bdd. Oh Lord Jnbrey ! , 

Mat. He flatters thus 

Soph. Fie temporizes fitly. 

Rol. Wonder invades me ; do you two think much. 
That he thus wifely, and with need confents 
To what I authour for your Countries good ? 
You being my Tutor, you my Chancellor. 

Gif. Your Chancellor is not your Flatterer, Sir. 

BaU. Nor is it your Tutor's part to fhield fjch Dodtrine.. 

RoL Sir, firll know you, 

praife of your pure Oratory that raised you. 
That when the People, who I know by this. 
Are rais'd out of their Refts, and haftning hither,. 
To witnefs what is done here, are arrived 
With our Latorch^ that you, ex tempore^ 
Shall falhion an Oration to acquit. 
And juftifie this forced Fad of mine ; 
Or for the proud refufal lofe your head. 

Gif, I fafhion an Oration to acquit you? 
Sir, know you then, that 'tis a thing Icfs eafie 
To excufe a Parricide, than to conimit it. 

RoL I do not wiQi you. Sir, to excufe me, 
But to accufe my Brother,, as. the caufe 
Of his own Slaughter, by attempting mine. 

Gif. Not for the World, i fhould pour blood on blood j 
It were another Murther to accufe 
Him that fell innocent. 

RoL Away with him, hence, hail him flraight to Execution- 

jiitb. Far fly fuch rigour, your amendful hand. 

RoL He perifhes Vv^ith him that fpeaks for him ^-^ 
Guard do your Office on him, on your lives pain.. 

Gif Tyrant, '^Lwill hafte thy own death. 

Ro/. Let it wing it, 
He threatens me. Villains tear, him piece-meal, hence. 

Gmrd. Avant, Sir. 

Ham, Force him hence. 

RoL Difpatch him. Captain, 
And bring me iullant word he is difpatclied^ 
And how his Rhetorick takes it. 

Bam, I'll not fail. Sir. 

RoL Captain, befides remqaiber this in chief. 

That 



That being executed, yon deny 

To all his Friends the Rites of Funeral, 

And caft his Carcafs out to Dogs and Fowls. 

Ham» 'Tis done, my Lord. 

KqL Upon your life, not fail. 

Bdd. What impious daring is there here of Heaven ! 

RoL Sir, now prepare your felf, againft the People, 
Make here their entry, to difcharge the Oration ^ 
He hath denied my will. 

Bald. For fear of death? ha, ha, ha. 

Rol, Is Death ridiculous with you ? 
Works mifery of Age this, or tby Judgment? 

BaU. Judgment, falfe Tyrant. 

f^oU You'll make no Oration then ? 

Bdd, Not toexcufe, but aggravate thy Murther, if thou wilt, 
Which I will fo enforce. Til make thee wreak it 
(With hate of what thou win'il by't) on thy felf, 
With fuch another juftly merited murther. 

Kol. ril anfwer you anon. - 

- i Enter Latorch. 

4 4^11 '^^^ Citizens are hailing. Sir, in heaps, all full refolv'd, 
ByPl^^perfwafion of your Brother's Treafons. 
Bol. Hovi'^it Latorch, 

Enter Hamond. 

Ham. See, Sir, here's Gifkrt's head. 
Mol. Good fpeed ^ was't with a Sword ? 
Ham, An Ax, Sir. 

RoL An Ax ? *twas vilely done, I would have had 
My own fine He^:dfman done it with a Sword y 
Go, take this Dotard here, and take his head 
Off with a Sword. 

Ham. Your Schoolmalter ? 

RoL Even he. 

Bald. For teaching thee no better 5 'cisthebeft 
Of all thy damned Juftices ^ away, 

Captain, I'll follow. , ffury, 

Ed. Oh ftay there,Duke / and in the midfl: of all thy btoodand 
. Hear a poor Maids Petitioi^, hear a Daughter, 
. The only Daughter of a wretched Father^ 
Oh ftay your haile. as you fliall need this mercy ! 
RoL Away with this fond Woman. 
Ed, You muiMiear me, 
If there be any fpark of pity in you, 



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If fweet humanity and mercy rule you ; 
I do confefs you are a Prince, your anger 
As great as you, your Execution greater. 

Eol. Away with him, 

Ed. Oh Captain, by thy Manhood,- 
By her foft Soul that barelhee, I doconfefs, Sir, 
_ Your doom of Juftice on your Foes moft righteous, 
Good noble Prince look on me. 

EoL Take her from me. 

Ed, A curfe upon his life that hinders me ^ 
May Father's Bleffing never fall upon him ^ 
May Heaven never hear Ws Prayers; I befeech you. 
OhSir, thefe.few tears befeech you j thefe chaft hands vvoojou^^ 
That never yet were heav'd, but to things holy, 
Things like your felf, you are a God above us ^ 
Be as a God then, full of faving mercy j 
Mercy, Oh mercy , for his fafee mercy ^ 

That when your llqut heart weeps, fhall give you pity \ ■ 
Her^ 1 mi^ft grow. \'- ^ 

Rol. By Heaven, I'll ftrike thee. Woman. 

Ed. Moft willingly, let all thy anger fetk me^ 
All the moft ftudied torments, fo this good man,. 
This old man, and this innocent efcape thee. 

RoU Carry him away, I fay. 

Ed. Now blefling on thee, Oh ! Tweet pity, 
I fee it in thy Eyes, I charge you Souldiers, 
Even by the Princes Power, releafe my Father, 
The Prince is merciful, why do you hold him ? 
He is old, why do you hurt him ? fpeak, Oh fpeak, Sir 
Speak as you are a man ^ a man's life hangs. Sir ^ 
A friends life, and a fofter liFe upon you : 
'Tis but a word, but mercy quickly fpoke, Sir-, 
Oh ! fpeak. Prince, fpeak. 

Rol. Will no man here obey me? 
Have 1 no rule yet ? as I live he dyes ^ 
TJiat does not execute my Will, and fuddenly. 

Raid. All that thou ranft do, takes but one fhort hour from me.- 

Rol. Hew off her hands. 

Ham. Lady hold off. 

Ed. Nay, hew 'em, 
Hew off my innocent hands, as he commands you. 

[Exeunt Ghurd^ Coptm Baldwin. 
They'll hang the fafter on for Death's convuUiuo. 
Thou feed of Rocks, will nothing move thee tiien ? 
Are all my tears loft ? all my righteous Prayers 

drown'dj. 



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Drown*d thy drunken wrath ? I Hand thus then^ 
Thus "boldly, bloody Tyrant, - 
And to thy tace in Heaven' . high Name, defie thee j 
And may fvveet mercy when thy foul fighs for it, 
When under thy black miichiefs rirj^ flelh trembles, 
When neither ftrengih, noryvouth^ nor friends, nor gold 
Can ilay one hour, when thy moH wretched Confcience, ^ 
Wak'd from he r dream of death, like fire Ihall melt thee, ' 
When all thy Motb/^ ^ tears, thy Brothers wounds, 
Thy Peoples fears ai d curies, and my lofs. 
My aged fathers lofsThall ftand before thee. 

RoL Save him Hay, run, fave him, fave her Father. 
Fly, and redeem his head. . [ Exit La 

Ed. May then that pity. 
That comfort thou expect'ft from Heaven, that mercy 
Be lockt up from thee^ fly thee, howling find thee,. 
Defpair, Oh my fvv^et. fitfher, lldrms of terrours. 
Blood till thou burft again. • 
RoL Oh fair fweet anger. 



- Lat. I am too late, Sir, 'twas^ifpatch'd before, 
And his Head is here. 

Rol, And my Heart there ^ go bury him. 
Give him fair Rites of Funeral, decent Honours. 

Ed. Wilt thou not takeme, Monfter? higheft Heaven 
Give him a puniftiment Et for his mifchief. 

Lat, I fear thy Prayer is heard, and he rewarded : 
Lady, have patience, 'twas unhappy fpced ; 
Blame not the Duke, 'twas not his fault, but Fates \ . 
He fent, you know, to liay it, and commanded 
In care of you, the heavy objed: hence 
S^)on as itcam.e : have better thoughts of him. 



,Lat. Noble Citizens, here, 
And here the wounds he gave your foveraign Lord. 

1 CiV. This Prince of force mu ft: be 

Belov'd of Heaven, whom Heaven hath thus preferv'd. 

2 0>. And if he be belov'd of Heaven, you know. 
He mufl: be juft, and all his adions fo. 

RoL Concluded like an Oracle, Oh how great 
A grace of Heaven is a wife Citizen ! 
'For Heaven 'tis maizes 'em wife, as't makes me juH, 




Enter Latorch and Hamond with a Head, 



Enter Citiz^ens, 
I OV^^V'here's this young Tray tor ? 



As it preferves me,'^as I now furvive 
By his ftrong hand to keep you all alive : 
Your Wives, your Children, Goods and Lands kept yours, 
That had been elfe preys to his tyrannous Power, 
That would have prey'd on me, in Bed alTaulted me 
In facred time of Peace ^ my Mother here, 
My Sifter, this juft Lord, and all had felt 
The certain Gulph of this Confpiracy, 
Of whfch my Tutor and my Chancellor, 
(Two of the graveft, and moft counted honeft 
In all my Dukedom) were the monftrous Heads ; 
Oh truft BO honeft men for their fakes ever. 
My politick Citizens, but thofe that breath 
The Names of Cut-throats, Ufurers and Tyrants, 
Oh thofe believe in, for the Fpul-moutlfd World 
Can give no better terms to fimpTe'goodneIs"r**"*^^ 
Even me it dares blafpheme, and thinks me tyrannous. 
For faving m^ own life fought by my Brother ^ 
Ye;t thofe that fought his life before by poyfon 
/^Ihough mine own Servants, hoping co pleafe me) 
1^ lead to death for't, which your Eyes fhall fee. 
Ki' Cir, Why, what a Prince is here ! 
W%Cit, How juft ! 3 O*^ How gentle! 

m 'Rol. WeU, now my deareft Subjedts, or much rather 
^y Nerves, my Spirits, or my vital Blood ^ 
Turn to your needful refts, and fetled peace, , 
Fix*d in this root of fteel, from whence it fprung 
In Heaven's great Help and Bleffing : but e'er fleep 
Bind in his fweet Oblivion your dull Senfes, - 
The Name and Vertue of Heavens King advance 
For yours, in chief, for my deliverance. 
Tit, Heaven and his King fave our moft pious Sovereign. 

RoL Thanks my good People. Mother, and kind Sifter, 
And you my Noble Kinfmen, things born thus 
Shall make ye all command what ever I 
Enjoy in this my abfolute Empire, 
Take in the Body of my Princely brother 
For whofe Death, iince his fate no other way 
Would give my eldeft Birth his fupream Rights 
We'll mourn the cruel influence it bears. 
And wafh his Sepulchre with kindly tears. 

j4ub. If this game end thus, Heavens will rule the fet. 
What we have yielded to, we could not let. 

^{^Exemt omnesf rater Latorch arid Edith, 
F Lap, 



Lat. Good Lady rife, andraife your Spirits withal 
More high than they are humbled-^ you have caufe. 
As much as ever honoured happieft Lady j 
And when y our Ears are freer to take in 
Your moll amendful and unmatched Fortunes, 
ril make you drown a hundred helplefs Deaths 
In Sea of one life pour'd into your Bofom ; 
With which fnali fiovv^ into your arms, the Riches, 
The Pleafures, Honours, and the Rules of Princes \ 
Which though death Hop your ears, methinks ftiould open 'ear, 
Aflay to forget death, 

Ed. Oh flaughtered Father! 

Lat, Taftof Vi^hat cannot be redrefs'd, and blefs 
The Fate that yet you curfe fo \ lince for that 
You fpake fo movingly, and your fweet eyes 
With fo much Grace fili'd, that you fet on fire 
The Duke's affedion, whom you now may rule,. 
As he rules all his Dukedom, is'^t not fweet ? 
Does it not Ihine away ypur forrows Clouds ? 
Sweet Lady, take wife heart, and hear and tell me. 

Ed. I hear no word you fpeak. 

Lat, Prepare to hear then. 
And be not barr'd up from your felf, nor add 
To your ill fortune with your far worfe judgment ^ 
Make me your Servant to attend with all joys. 
Your fad eitate, till they both blefs and fpeak it : 
See how they 11 bow to you, make me wait, command me 
To watch out every minute, for the ftay 
Your modeil forrow fancies, raife your Graces, 
And do my hopes the honour of your motion,. 
To all the offered heights that now attend you : 
Oh how your touches ravifh ! how the Duke 
Is flain already with your flames embraced ! 
I will both ferve and vifit you, and often. 

Ed. I am not fit, Sir. 

Lat. Time- will make you, Lady. lExemn 

S C E N E ir. 

£nfer the Guard, 3 or 4 Boys , then the Sheriff, Cook^ Teo-^ 
man of the Cellar, Butler, V antler to Epcecutton. 

1 Gmrd. Come, bring in thefeFellovf^s, on, away with 'em. 

2 Gmrd. Make room before there^ room for the Prifoners. 

I Boy.. 



1 Boy. Let's run before, Boys, we fliall have no places elft. 

2 Boy. Are thefe the Youths ? 

Cook,^ Tliefe arc the Youths you look for, 
And, 'pray my honeft Friends, be not fo hafty ; 
There will be nothing done till we come, I alTure you. 
' 3 Bvy. Here's a wife hanging ^ are there no more ? 

Bpul. Do you hear, Sir? you may come in for your Hiarc, if 
you pleafe. 

Cook^ My Friend, if you be unprovided of a hanging, 
You look like a good Fellow, 1 can afford you 
A reafonable penny-worth. 

2 Boy, Afore, afore, Bo:ys, here's enough to make us fport 

Teom, 'Pox take you. 
Do you call this fport ? are thefe your Recreations ? 
Mull we be hang'd to make you mirth? 

Cook: Do you hear f 
You Cuilard-Pate, we go to't for High Treafon, 
An honourable fault : thy fooliOi Father 
Was hang'd for ftealing Sheep. 

Boys. Away, away. Boys. 

Cook. Do you fee how that fneaking Rogue looks now ? You, 
Chip, Pantler, you peaking Rogue, that provided us thefe Neck- 
laces ^ you poor Rogue, you coftive Rogue, you. 

Tant. Pray, pray. Fellows. 

Coo^i. Pray for thy crufly foul ? where's your reward now, 
Goodman Manchet, fot your fine difcovery ? 
I do befeech you, Sir, where are your Dollars ? 
Draw with your Fellows and be hang'd. 

Teom. He muft now 5 
For now he fhall be hang'd flrfl;, that's his comfort, 
A place too good for thee, thou meal-mouth'd Rafcal. 

Cook^ Hang handfomly for fhame, come, leave your praying. 
You peaking Knave, and die like a good Courtier, 
Die honeftly, and like a man j no preaching. 
With 1 befeech you take example by me, 
I liv'd a lewd man, good People. 'Poxon't, 
Die me as if thou hadft din'd, fay Grace, and God be with you. 

Gmrd. Come, will you forward ? 

Cook: Good Mr. Sheriff, your leave, this hafty work 
Was ne'er done well j give us fo much time as but to ling 
Our own Ballads, for we 11 truil: no man. 
Nor no time but our own ; 'twas done in Ale too. 
And therefore cannot be refus'd in Juftice. 
Your penny-pot Poets are fuch pelting Thieves, 
Tbey ever hang men twice j we have it here, Sir, 

F 2 And 



And fo mufl: every Me;rchant of our Voyage. 
He'll make a fweet return elfe of his Credit. 

Tern. One fit of our own mirth, and then we are for you. 

GHdrd. Make hafte then, difpatch. 

Teom: There's day enough, Sir. 

Cook. Come, Boys, fing cheerfully, we ftiall ne'er (ing younger. 
We have chofen a loud Tune too, becaufc it fhould like well. 

The SONG. 

Come fortune s a IVhore^ I care not who tell her^ 
Would ojfer to ftrangle a Page of the Cellar^ 
That Jhould by his Oath^ to any Mans thinking^ 
And place J have had a defence for his drinking \ 
But thyu fie does ftiH^ when fie pleafes to palter^ 
Inftead of his Wagesy fhe gives him a Halter. 
Three merry Boys, and three merry Boys, and three merry Boys 
are we. 

As ever did ling in a hempen firing under the Gallow-tree. 

11. 

But I that was fo lufiy^ 
jind ever k^pt my Bottles^ 
'2 hat neither they were mufy J 
And feldom lefs than Tot ties j 
For me to he thus ft opt now^ - 
With Hemp inftead of Cork , Sir^ 
And from the Gallows lopt now^ * 
Shews that there is a fork.j Sir^ 
In Death J and this the Tok^n J 
Man may he two ways killed^ 
Or Hk§ the Bottle.^ broken ^ 
Or like the Wine^ he fpi/kd. 
Three merry Boys, &c, 

III. 

Oh yet but look^on ihe ^Mafter Cook , the glory of the Kitchin^ 
In fomng whofe fate^ at fo lofty a rate^ no Taylor e'er had ftitching. 
For though he makes the Man^ the Cook^yet makes thd Difies^ 
The which no Taylor can^ wherein I have my wifies^ 
That I who at fo m^ny a Feaft^ have pleas' d fo many Tafters^ 
Should now My felf^ comx to he dieft^ a difi for you^ ?ny Mafters. 
Three merry Boys , &c. 

Coo\. There's a few Copies for you \ now farewel Friends : 
And good Mr. Sheriff let me not be printed 
with a brafs Pot on my head. 

hmi March fair, march fair, afore, good Captain Fmltr. 



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IV. 

Pant. Oh man or beafi, or yon at leafij 
That wear^ or brow^ or antler^ 
Frtck. Pip yonr ears^ unto the tears 
Of me poor Paul the P antler^ 
That thu^ am clipty becaufe I chift 
ThecHrfedCrnfl of Treafon 
With Loyal Knife \ Oh dolefd firife^ 
To hang thus without reafon ! 



Jcfus Quart us. Scena ^rima. 



Enter Aubrey , and Latorch. 

jinb. T Jtorchj I have waited here to fpeak with you, 
JLi And you muft hearken ^ fet not forth your leg 
Of hafte, nor put your face of bufinefs on ; 
An honefter Affair than this I urge too. 
You wiH not ealily think on ^ and 'twill be 
Reward to entertain it v 'tis your fortune ^ 
To have our Mafter's ear above the reft 
Of us that follow him, but , that no man envies ^ 
For I have well conlldered, Truth fometimes 
May be convey 'd in by the fame Conduits 
That'Falfhood is ^ Thefe courfes that he takes 
Cannot but end in ruine^; Empire got I 
By Blood and Violence, muft fo be teld I 
And how unfafe that is, he firft will prove. 
That toiling ftill to remove Enemies, 
Makes himfelf more^ It is not now a Brother, 
A faithful Councellour of Eftateortwo, 
That are his danger, they are far difpatch'd j 
It is a multitude that begin to fear. 

And think what began there muft end in them ^ ^ 
For all the fine Oration that was made 'enu 
^And they are not an eafie Monftcr queird.f 
Princes may pick their fufFering Nobles out 5 
And one by one employ *em to the Block ^ but when they once 
grow formidable to their Clowns, and Cobkrs, ware then , guard 

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themfelves ^ rfthoudiirft tell hitn this, Latorch^ the Service would 
not difcredit the good name you hold with men, befides the profit 
to your Matter, and the Publick. 

Lat, I conceive not fo, Sir^ 
They are airy fears; and why (hould I objed them nnto his fancy? 
Wound what is yet found? your Counfeis colour non 
With reafon of State, where all that's necefTary ilill is jull. 
The Actions of the Prince, while they fucceed, 
Should be made good, and glorified ^ not queition'd. 
Men do but (hew their ill affedions, that . 

^lib. What? fpeakout. 

Lat. Do, miirmur againfl: their Mafters. 

ji^Hk Is this tome? 

Lat, It is to whofoever miflikes of the Duke's courfes. 

u^nb. I! is'tfo? at jour Stateward, Sir/* 

Lat. I'm fworn to hear nothing may prejudice the Prince. 
Why do you? or have you, ha? 

Lat. 1 cannot tell, mens hearts fhew in their words fometiraes. 
I ever thought thee 
Knave of the Chamber, art thou the Spy too ? 

Lat, A Watchman for the State, and one that's known, 
Sir, to be rightly afFedted. 

^fik Bawd of the State , 
No lefs than of thy Matters lufts. I now 
See nothing can redeem thee ^ doft thou mention 
AfFeftion, or a Heart, that ne'er hadtt'Siy ? 
Knowft not to love or hate, but by the State, 
As thy Prince does*t before thee ? that dott never 
Wear thy own face, but put'tt on his, and gather'ft 
Baits for his Ears ? liv'tt wholly at his beck, 
And e'er thou dar'tt utter a thought's thine own. 
Mutt exped his j creep'tt forth and wad'tt into him, 
As if thou wert to pafs a Ford, there proving, 
•¥et if thy tongue may ttep on fafely or no ^ 
Then bring'tt his Vertue afleep, and ttay'tt the Wheel 
Both of his Reafon and Judgment, that they move not 9 
Whit'tt over all his Vices*) and at latt 
Dott draw a Cloud of words before his eyes, 
THl he can neither fee thee nor himfelf ? 
Wretch, I dare give him honeft Counfeis, I, 
And love him while I tell him truth ; old ^drey 
Dares go the ttraightett way, which ftilTs the (horteft, 
Walk on the thorns thou fcatter'ft, Parafite, 
And tread *em into nothing: and if thou 
Then iet^ft a look fall, of the leaft diflike, 

I'll 



rU rip thy Crown up with my Sword at Jierght, 

And pluck thy Skinover thy face, in fight 

Of him thou flatter'fb \ unto thee I fpeak it, 

Slave, againft whom all Laws fhould now conlpire. 

And every Creature that hath fenfe be arm'd/ 

As 'gainll the common Enemy of Mankind ^ ^ 

That ileep'ft within thy Maftefs Ear, and whifper'ff, 

Tis better for him to be fear'd than lov'd ; 

Bid'ft him trull no man's Friendfhip, fpare no tlood 

That may fecure him : 'tis no cruelty 

That hath a fpecious end \ for Sovereignty 

Break all the Laws of kind \ if it fucceed. 

An honeft, noble, and pralfe-worthy deed j 

While he that takes thy poyfons in, fhall feel 

Their virulent workings in a point of time. 

When no Repentance can bring aid, but all 

ffis Spirits (hall melt, with what his Confcience burn'd^ 

And dying in flatterers arms, ihall fall unmourn'd. 

There's matter for you now. 

Lot. My Lord, this makes not for loving of my Mafter* 

Anb. Loving ? no : 
They hate ill Princes raoft that make them fo. 

Enter Rollo, Hamond, Allan, GmriL 

RoL rilhearno more. 

Ham, Alas, 'tis for my Brother : I befeech your HighneJs> 

Rol. How, a Brother ? had not I one my felf ? did title 
Move me when it was fit that he fliould die? away. 

AIL Brother, lofe no word more, leave my good Caufe 
T" upbraid the Tyrant, Tm glad I'm fain 
Now in thofe times that will'd fome great Example 
T' affure men we can die for honefty. 

Rol. Sir, you are brave, pray that you hold your neck 
As bravely forth anon unto your Headfman. 

All Would he would ftrike as bravely, and thou by^ 
Rollo^ 'twould make thee quake to fee me die. 

A^b, What's his offence ? 

Ham. For giving Burial, who was fometimes his Mailer. 

AIL Yes, Lord ^/irey. 
My Gratitude and Humanity are my Crimes. 

RoL Why bear you him net hence ? 

Aitb. My Lord, (flay Souldiers) 
I do befeech your Highncfs, do not lofe 
Such men for fuch flight caufcs. This is one 
Has ftill been faithful to you, a try'd foul 



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In all your Father's Battles ^ I have feen him 
Beftride a Friend agamft a fcore of Foes, 
And look, he looks as he would kill his hundred 
For 70U, Sir, were you in feme danger. 

AIL Till he kiil'd his Brother, his Chancellour, then his 
Mailer, to which he can add nought to equal Nm^ 
But killing of his Mother. 

j4nb. Peace, brave Fool, 
Thou valiant Afs : here is his Brother too, Sir, 
A Captain of your Guard, hath ferv'd you long, 
With the moft noble witnefs of his truth 

Marked in his face, and every part about him,' . 

That turns not from an Enemy. But view him. 

Oh do not grieve hira<, Sir, if you do mean 

That he ihall hold his place ! it is not fafe 

To tempt fuch Spirits, and let them wear their Swords. 

You'll make your Guards your terrours by thefe hCtSj 

And throw more hearts off from you than you hold j 

And I muft tell you, Sir, (with my old freedom, 

And my old faith to boot) you have not liv*d fo 

But that your State will need iuch men, fuch hands 

Of which here's one, fhall in an hour of tryal, 

Do you more certain Service with a fl:roke,\ 

Than the whole bundle of your Flatterers 

With all the mnfavoury undion of their Tongues. 

Rol. Peace, Talker. 

jipih. One that loves you yet, my Lord, 
And would not fee you pull on your own mines. 
Mercy becomes a Prince, and guards him beft, 
Awe and affrights are never tyes of Love ^ 
And when men begin to fear the Prince, they hate him. 

RoL Am I the Prince, or you 

Anh, My Lord , I hope I have not utter'd ought fliould urge 
that Queffion. 

Rol. Then pradife your Obedience, fee him dead. 

Aiih. My Lord! 

Rol. ril hear no more. 

Anh. Tmforry then; there's nofmall defpair. Sir, of their 
Safety, whofe ears are blockt up againff truth ; come, Captain. 
fiam. 1 thank you. Sir. 

Auh. For what ? for feeing thy Brother die a man, and honeft 
Live thou fo. Captain, I willaffure thee, 

Although I die fort too ; come- [E.v. all hut Rol. and La t. 

Roh Now Latorch^ what do you think ? (boldeft. 
LaK That -^/fi're/s Speech and Manners found fomewhat of the 

RoL 



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RoL *TIs his cuftorfti 

Lat. It may be fo, and yet be worth a fear. 

EoL If we thought fo,it fliould be worth his life^and quickly too. 

Lot. I dare not. Sir, be Author 
Of what I would be, 'tis fo dangerous : 
But with your Highnefs favour and your licence. 

RoL He talks, 'tis true j he is licensed : leave him. 
We now are Duke alone, Latorch^ fecur'd*, ^ - 
Nothing left {landing to obfcure our profpedt, 
We look right forth, belide, and round about us^ 
And fee it om s with pleafure : only one 
Wifli'd joy there wants to make us to poffefs it. 
And that is Edith^ Edith^ fhe that got me 
In blood and tears, in fuch an oppofite minute, 
As had I not at once felt all the flames 

And (hafts of Love fliot in me (his whole Armory^ V 
I fliould have thought him as far off as death. 

Lat. My Lord, expedt a while, your happinefs 
Is nearer than you think it, yet her griefs 
Are green and frefh, your vigilant Latorch 
Hath not been idle ^ 1 have-leave already 
To vifit her, and fend to her. 

Rol. My Life. 

Lai, And if I find not out as fpeedy ways. 
And proper inftruments to. work and bring her 
To your fruition V that fhe be not watch'd 
Tame to your Highnefs wifti, fay you have no Servant 
Is capable of fuch a Trufl: about you, 
Or worthy to be Secretary of your Pleafure. 

Rol, Oh my Latorch^ what fliall I render thee 
For all thy travels, care, and love! 

Lat, Sir,one fuit,which I will ever importune,till you grant me. 

Rol, About your Mathematicians ? 

Lat. Yes, to have 
The Scheme of your Nativity judged by them, 
I have't already ereded ^ O my Lord, 
You do not know the labour of my fears, 
My doubts for you are fuch as cannot hope 
Any Security but from the Stars , 
Who, being rightly ask'd, can tell man more 
Than all power elfe, there being no power beyond them. 

Rol. Ail thy Petitions ftill are care of us, 
Ask for thy fclf. 

Lat, What more can concern me, than this ? 

Rol, Well, rife true honeR' man, and go then, ' 
Well ftudy our felvcs a means how to reward thee. 

G Jap. 



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Lat, Your Grace is now infpir d ; nowjUoW' your Highnefs 
Begins to live, from ttiis Hour count your Joys: 
But, Sir, I muft have Warrants, with Blanks figured. 
To put in Names, fuch as I like. 

KoL You (hall. 

Lat, They dare not elfe offer, Sir, at your Figure. 
Oh I fhall bring you wonders ^ there's a Friar 
Riifecj an admirable man, another 
A Gentleman, and then U Fiske^ 
The Mirrour of his time j 'twas he that fet it. 
But there's one Norbret^ (him I never faw) 
Has made a Mirrour, a meer Looking-glafs, 
In fhew you- Id think't no other j the form oval, 
As I am given to underftand by Letter, 
Which renders you fuch fliapes, andthofefo differing, 
And fome that will be queftion'd and give anfwers y 
Then has he fet it in a frame, that wrought 
Unto the revolutions of the Stars, 
And fo compadi; by due proportions 
Unto their harmony, doth move alone 
A true automaton y thus D^dalus Statues,. 
Or /^^/c"^»'s Tools 

RcL Dofl: thou believe this ? - , - 

Lat. Sir f why, what fhould ftay my faith, or turn my fenfe. ?; 
He has been about it above twenty years^ 
Three fevens, the powerful, and the perfed Numbers j 
And Art and time. Sir, can produce fuch things. 
What do I read there of Hmhoi Banquet ? 
The great Gymnofophill, that had his Butlers 
And Carvers of pure Gold waiting at TabJe ? 
The Images of Mercery ^ too, that fpoke ? 
T'he wooden door that flew ? a Snake of >rafs 
That hi ft and Bh'ds of Silver that did fing ? 
All thoFe nev/ done by the Mathematicks, 
Vv^ichout which there's no Science, nor no Truth. 

Eol. You are in your Sphere, Latorch : and rather 
Than I'll contend w'ye for it, i'll believe it, 
Y'have won upon me that I wifli to fee 
iMy Fate before me no vv^, whatever it be. 

Lat. And I'll endeavour, you fhall knov/. withfpeed, 
Forv/hich I fhould have one of truftgo with me. 
If you pleafe, Hamond^ that I may by him 
S:ndyou my firft difpatches ^ after ! 
Shall bring you more, and as they come ftill more. 

Kol. Take your way, 
Choofe yourown means, and beit profpeirous to usv. {ExtHm. 

SCENE 



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Rufee, de Bube, la Fiske, Norbret, Pippeau, 

Rh/, Come, bear up Sirs, we (hall have better days, 
My Almanack tells me. 

Bnb. What is that ,^ your rump ? 

i^;^/. It never itch'd in vain yet, Hide la Fisl^^ 
Throw off thy fluggifh face, 1 cannot abide 
To fee thee look like a poor Jade i'th" Pound, 
That faw no meat thefe three days. 

Fiske, 'Slight, to rae 
It feems thirteen days lince I faw any . 

j^Hf. How? - ■ y . 

Fif. I can't remember that lever faw 
Or meat or money, you may talk of both 
To open a man's ftomach or his purfe, 
But feed 'em ftill with Air. 

Bfik Friar, I fear 
You do not fay your OfEce weU a-day^. 

Nor. Pox, he feeds 
With leachery, and lives upon th' exchange 
Of his two Eggs and Puddings with the Market-women. 

Riif. And what do you with the Advocate's NVifCi 
Whom you perfwade,^ ^upon your Dadtoral bed, . ^n. 
To take the Mathematical trance fo often f 

Fif. Come, we are ftark nought all, bad's the befl; of us, 
Four of the feven deadly fpots we are j 
Befides our Leachery, we are envious, 
And moft, moll gluttonous when we have it thus, 
Moft covetous now we want it, then our Boy 
He is a fifth fpot, floth and he undoes us. 

Snb. Tis true, the Child was wont to be induftrious. 
And now and then fent to a Merchant's Wife 
Sick of the Husband, or a fwearing Butler 
That mill of his Bowls, a crying Maid 
Had loll a Silver Spoon ; the Curry-comb 
Sometimes was wanting j there was fome^hing gotten ; 
But now 

Pip. What now ? Did not I yeller-morning 
Bring you in a Cardccu there from the Peafant, 
Whofe Afs I had driven afide, and hid, that you 
Might conjure for him ? and then lall night. 
Six Soulz from the Cook's Wife, you fhar'd among you 
To fet a Figure for the Peltle 1 ftole. 

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It is not at home yet*, thefe things, my Mafters, 

In a hard time, they Would be thought on : you x 

Talk of your Lands and Caflles in the Air, 

Of your twelve Houfes there : but it is I 

That bring you in your Rents for 'em, 'tis Tifjean 

That is your Bird-call. 

Nor, Faith he does well, 
And cuts through the Elements for us, I muft needs fay, 
.In a fine dextrous Line. 

Fif But not as he did 
At firft, then he would fail with any wind 
Int' every Creek and Corner. 

Tif. I was light then, ^ 
New built and rigg'd when I came to you. Gentlemen, 
But now with often and far venturing for you 
Here be Leaks fprung, and whole Planks wanting fee you ; 
If you'll new fheath me again, yet I am for you 
To any bog or Heights, where e'er you'll fend me. 
For as 1 am, where can this ragged Bark 
Pat in for any Service ; 'lefs it be 
Oth' Ifle of Rogues, and there turn Pirate for you ? 

Nor, Faith he fays reafon. Friar, you muft leave 
Your neat crifp Claret, and fall to your Cyder 
A while ^ and you la Fiske^ your larded Capons 
And Turiies for a time, and takea g(iiid 

Clean Tripe in your w^y , de Buhe too mull content him with 
wholcfom two fouz'd petitoesj no more Crown Ordinaries till we 
havecloath'd our Infant. 

Bnh, So you*il keep 
Your own good motions, Do(n:or, your dear felf. 

Fif, Yes, For we all do know the Latitude 
Of your Concupifcence. 

Euf. Here about your Belly. 

Bub, You'll pick a bottle open or a Whimfey, - 
Asfoonas tiiebeftof us. - . 

Fif. And dip your wrift-bands, 
(For Cuffs y'have none) as comely in the fauce 
As any Courtier hark,the Bell,who is there ? [The Bell rings, 

Ruf. Good ilick.Idoconjure thee *, Boy look out. 

P//?. They areGallants,Courtiers,oneof 'emis XExlt andenttr 
Of the Duke'5 Bed-chamber. again. 

Ridf Latorch^ d©wn, 
On with your Gown, there's a new Suit arrived, [T o Norbret, 
Did I not tell you, Sons of hunger? Crowns, 
Crowns are coming toward you. Wine and Wenches 
You Ihall have once again, and Fidlers : 



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Mo your Studies clofe \ each lay his ear - i 

To his door, and as you hear me to prepare you 
So come, and put me on that Vizard only. 

jEwferLatorch, Hamond. 

Lat. You'll not be far hence Captain, when the 
Bufinefs is done, you (hall receive prefent difpatch. 

Ham, ril walk. Sir, in the Cloyfter. {JExlt 

Rnf. Monfieur Z^forc^ ; my Son, 
The Stars are happy ftill that guide you hither. 

Li^t. I'm glad to hear their Secretary fay fo,. 
My learned Father Rufee^ where's/^ FiskCy, 
Monfieur de Bnbe, how do they?. 

Rh/. At their Studies, 
They are the Secretaries of the Stars, Sir, 
Still at their Bo5k^, they will not Be pulPd off. 
They ftick like Cupping-glafles j if evermeU 
Spok€ with the tobgue of Deftiny, 'tis they. 

L^^ For love's fake let's falute 'em. ^ 

Rh/. Boy^ go fee, 
Tell them who's here, fay, that their Friends do challenge^ 
Some portion of their time, this is our minute. 
Pray 'em they'll fpare it : they are the Sun and Moon 
Qf Knowledge^ pity two fuch Noble Lights 
Should live obfcur'd here in an Univerfity , 
Whofe Beams were fit to illumine any Court" 
Gf Chriftendom. 

Emr la Fiske, de Eube, arid Pippeau. 

Lat. The Duke will Ihortly know 'em. 
Fif, Well, look upon the Aftrolobe.j you'll find it - 
Four Almucanturies at leaft. 
Bub, It is fo. 

Rnf. Still of their learned Stuff, they care f6r nothing, 
But how to know, as neglientof their bodies 
Indyet, or elfe, efpecially in their cloths, 
As if they had no change. 

Fip: They have fo little 
As well may free them from the name of (hifters. 

Fif, Monfieur Latorch ! 

Lat, How is it, learned Gentlemen, with both your vertues^? 

Bnh, A moll: happy hour, when we fee you, Sir. 

Lat. When you hear me then 
It will be happier, the Duke greets you both 
Ttms, and though you may touch no money, Father, - 
Yet yon may take it. 

Rnf. Tis his Highnefs bounty. But 



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But yet to me, and thefe that have put off 
The World, fuperfluous. 

Fif, We have heard of late of his Highnefs good fuccefs. 

Bnh. And gratulate it. 

Lat, Indeed he hath fcap*d a ftrange Confpiracy, 
Thanks to his Stars ; which Stars he prays by me, 
You vv^ould again confult, and make a Judgment^. 
On what you lately eredted for my love. 

Ruf, Oh, Sir, we dare not. 

Fif, For our lives. 

Bub. It is the Princes Scheme. 

Lat, T'encounter with that fear. 
Here's to afTure you, his Signet, write your names^ 
;And be fecur'd all three. 

B^th, We muft intreat fome time, Sir. 

Lat, I mull: then intreat, it be as prefent as you can* 

Fif Have you the Scheme here ? 

Lat, Yes. 

Euf I would you had Sir another Warrant. 
Lat. What would that do? 

Ruf Marry we have a Dodlor, Sir^ that in this bufinefs 
Would not perform the fecond part. 
Lat, Not him that you writ to me of ? 
'Ruf The very fame. 

Xat, I ftiould have^ade it. Sir, my fuit to fee him. 
Here's a Warrant Farher. I conceivM 
That he had fblely applied himfelf to Magick. 

Ruf And to their Studies too, Sir, in this Field 
He was initiated, but we (hall hardly 
Draw him from his Chair. 

Lat, Tell him he fhall have Gold. 

Fif Oh, fuch a Syllable would make him to forfwear 
Ever to breath in your fight. 

Lat, How then ? * 

Fi/". Sir, he, if you do pleafe to give him any thing, 
Muft have it convey 'd under a Paper. 

Rnf Or left behind fome Book in his Study. 

^//k Or in fome old Wall. (him. Sir. 

Fif, Where his Familiars may tell him of it, and that pleafes 

Bnh, Or elfe Til go and alTay him. 

Lat, Take Gold with you. 

Ruf That will not be amifs give it the Boy, Sir, 
iHe knows his holes, and how to bait his Spirits. 

Pif. We muft lay in feveral places, Sir. 

Ruf That's true, that if one come not, the other may hit. 

.Lat, Well, go then, is he fo learned, Gentlemen ? 

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Ft/. The very top of our Profeflion ; mouth of the Fates 
Pray Pleaven his Spirits be in a good humor to take, 
They'll fling the Gold about the Houfe elfe. 

Bub, I, And beat the Friar if he go not well 
Furnifht with; holy water. 

Fif. Sir, youmuftobfervehim. 

£Hh, Not crofs him in a word, for then he's gone., 

• Fif. If he do come, which is a hazard, yet — » 

Mafs he's here, this is fpeed. 

FmrNoYhQtt, Rufee, Pippeau. 

Nor, Where is our Scheme, 
Let's fee, difpatch, nay fumbling now, who's this ? 

Enf, Chief Gentleman of the Duke's Chamber, Doilor. 

Nor. Oh, let him be, good even to him, he's a Courtier^ 
I'll fpare his Complement, tell him ; what's here? 
The geniture Nodlurnal, Longitude 
At forty nine and ten minutes ? How are the Cardins? 

Fif. Libra in twenty four, forty four minutes. 
And Cafricorn,. 

iVor. 1 fee it, fee the Planets y . 
Where, how are they difpos'd ? the Snn^Xidi Mercury^ 
Mars with the Dragon' sT ail in the third Houfe, 
And Tars FortundL in the Imo Coeli^ 
Then Jnfiter in the twelfth, the Cacoddimon. 

Bub. And Fenus in the fecond Inftrna Porta, 

Nor. 1 fee it, peace, then 5^f/^r;2 in the Fifth, 
Lma itK Seventh, and much of Scorpio^ 
Then Mars his Gaiidium^ riling in th'Afcendant; 
And joynM with Libra too, the Houfe of Fenns^ 
And Jimm Cceli^ Mars his Exaltation 
In the feventh Houfe, Aries being his natural Houfe, 
And where he is now feated, and all thefe fhew him 
To be the Almmcn, 

Rhf Yes, he's Lord of the Geniture^ 
Whether you examine it by Ptolemy s way, 
Or Me [fit hale s^ Lael^ or AHqndas, 

Fif. No other Planet hath fo many Dignities, 
Either by himfelf, or in regard of the Cufps. 

Nor. Why hold your tongue then if you know it j Vi;nis 
The Lady of the Horofcofe^ being Libra^ 
The other part, Marsrul^s : So that the GemtHre^ 
Being Nodurnal, L^na is the highefl, 
None elfe being in fufficient dignity. 
She being in A ies in the feventh Houfe,, 
Where 5o/ exalted, is the Alchorodon,. 



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Blib, Yes, for you fee he hath his termin 
In the degrees where (he is, and enjoys 
By that, fix Dignities. 

Fif. Which are cleariy more 
Than any elfe that view her in the Scheme. 

iVbr. Why I faw this, and could have told you to®. 
That he beholds her with a Trine Afped 
Here out of Sagittary^ almoft partile, 
And how th^t Mars out of the felf fame Houfe, 
(But another Sign) hereby a Plati^He AfytCt 
Looks at the Htlege^- with a Qmrtile ruling 
The Houfe where the Sun- is ^ ail this could I 
Have told you, but that you'll out-run me j and more^ 
That -this lame QmrtiU Afped to the Lady of life, 
Here in the Seventh, promifes fome danger, 
Cauda Draconic being fo near Mars^ 
And CafHt Algol in the Houfe of Death. 

Lat. How, Sir ? I . pray you clear that. 

iVbr. What istteQueftion^firft? 

Ruf, Of the Duke's Life, what dangers threaten him? 

iVor. Apparent, andthofe fuddain, when the i^/ey, 
•Or jilchorodon by diredion come 
To a Qhartik oppofition of the place 
Where Mars is in the Gemmre (which is now 
AthandJ or elfeoppofed to ^^rj himfelf j expeft it. 

Lat, But they may be prevented. 

Nor. Wifdom only 
That rules the Stars, may do it ^ for Mars^ heing] 
Lord of the Gemmre in Capricorn, 
is, if you mark it, now a iSe^r/Ve here ' , 

Vi/ith P^ems Lady of the Horofcope, 
So fhe being in her Exilmm^ which is Scorpioj 
J^nd Mars his 'Gmdinm^ is o'er-rui'd by him. 
And clear debilitated five degrees 
Beneath her ordinary power, fo 
That, at the mofl Ihe can but mi tigate. 

Lat. You cannot name the Perfons bring this danger ? 

iVbr. No, that the Stars tell us not, they name no man. 
That is a work. Sir, of another place. 

Muf Tell him whom youfufped, and he'll guefs flirewdly^ 

Lat. Sir, we do fear one Anhrey^ if 'twere he 
! fhould be glad for we fiiould foon prevent him. 

Fif. 1 know him, the Duke's Kinfman, a tall man 
Lay hold oft Norbret. 

Nor, Let mepaufea little, 
Js lie not near of kin unto the ■Duke ? 



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Lat, Yes, reverend Sir. (high of ftafcure ? 

Nor. 'Fart for your reverence, keep it till then j and fomewlisit 

Lat. He is fo . 

Nor, How old is he ? 

Fif, About feven and fifty. 

Nor, His head and beard inclining to be grey. 

Lat. Right, Sir. 

Fif. And fat? 

Nor. He is fomewhat corpulent, k he not ? 
Lat. You fpeak the man, Sir. 

Nor. Well, look to him, farwel. lExk NTorb, 

Lat. Oh, it is Aubrey ^ Gentlemen, I pray you. 
Let me receive this under all your hands. 

Ruf. Why, he will fliew you him in his Magick Glafs, 
If you intreat him, and but gralifie 
A Spirit or two more. 

Lat. He fliall eat Gold, 
If he wil{ have it, fo fliall you aH ; there's that 
Amongft you firit, let me have this to fend 
The Duke in the mean time ; and then what fights 
You pleafe to fhew ^ Til have you fo rewarded 
As never Artifts were, you (hall to Court 
Along with me, and there wait your Fortunes. 

Bub. We have a pretty part oft in our pockets^ 
Boy we will all be new, you fliall along too. t^xmnt, 

SCENE III. 
Enter Sophia, Matilda, and Edith. 

Mat. Good Madam, hear the Suit that Edith urges, 
With fuch fubmifs befeeches ^ nor remain 
So flridly bound to forrow for your Son, 
That nothing elfe, though never fo befitting, 
Obtains your ears, or obfervation. 

Sofh. What would flie fay ? 1 hear. 

Edith. My Suit is, Madam, 
That you would pleafe to think as well of Jufl:ice 
Due to your Sons revenge, as of more wrong added 
To both your felves for it, in only grieving. 
Th' undaunted Power of Princes fhould not be 
ConfinM in deedlefs cold calamity | 
Anger, the Twin of forrow, in your wrongs 
Should nor be fmother'd, when his right of Birth 
Claims th'ATr as well, and force of coming forth. ^ 

Soph. Sorrow is due already, anger never 

H Should 



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Should be conceked but where it may be Bora 
In fome faft fit t^employ his aiflive flame, 
That elfe confumes who bears it, and abides 
Like a falfe Star that quenches as it glides. 

Ed. I have fuch means t'employ it as your wilh 
Can think no better, eafier, or fecurer^ 
And fuch as but th'honours I intend 
To your partakings, I alone could end : 
But your pafts in all dues to crying blood 
For vengeance in the itieddc'r, are much greater : 
And therefore ihould work your hands to his flaughter. 
For your confent to which, 'twere infinite wrong 
To your fevere and mofl impartial Juftice, 
To move you to forget fo falfe a Son 
As with a Mother's duty made you curfe him. 

Mat. Eduhj he is forgot, for any Son 
Born of my Mother, or to me a Brother. 
For fiiould we ftiil perform our Rights to him. 
We fhould partake his Wrongs, and as foul be 
In blood and damned Parricide as he. 
And therefore till the happy means that Heaven 
Pats in thy hand, for all our long'xl for freedom 
From fo abhorr'd and impious a Monfter. 

Sofh. Tell what (he will, Pil lend nor hand nor ear 
To whatfoever Heaven puts in her power. lExlt Sophia, 

Mat. How flrange Ihe is to what (he chiefly wi(hes ? 
Sweet Edith be not any thought the- more 
Difcourag*d in thy purpofe, but affured, ^ 
Her heart and prayers are thine j and that we two 
Shall be enough to all we wilh to do. 

Edith. Madam, my felf alone, 1 make no doubt 
Shall be afforded power enough from Heaveu 
To end the Murtherer : alll wilh of you. 

Is but fome richer Ornaments and Jewels \ 

Than I am able to provide my fclf. 

To help out the defeds of my poor Beauty, 

That yet hath been enough, as now it is: 

To make his fanq^ mad with my defire ? 

But you know. Madam, Women never can 

Be too fair to torment an amorous man ^ 

And this man's torments J w.ould heigh^qiilill, 

Till at their higheft he be fit to kill. : \ 

Mat. Thou (halt have all my Jewels, and my Mothers, 
And thou fhaltpaint too, that his bloods dpfire 
May make him perifli in' a jgainted fire j 
Haft thou been with him yet ? ' 



Edith, Beeir with him? no ; 
I fet that hour back to hafte more his longing , 
But I have promised to his Inllruments, 
The admittance of a vifit iat our Houfc, 
Where yet 1 would receive him with all luftre 
My forrow would give leave to, to remove 
Sufpicion of my purpofe. 

Mat. Thou fhalt have 
All I can add, fweet Wench, in Jewels, Tyres, 
ril be my felf thy Dreflcr j nor may I 
Serve my own love with a contraded Husband 
More fwcetly, nor more amply than may*ft thou 
Thy forward will with his bewitched afFedionaji 
AfFed'ft thou any perfonal aid of mine. 
My nohkO: Edith. ^ 

Edith. Nought but your kind Prayers 
For full efFedt and fpeed of my Affair. 

Mat. They are thine, my Edith^ as forme, my own; 
For thou wellknow'ft, if blood ftiedof the beft 
Should cool and be forgotten, who would fear 
To flied blood ftill ? or where, alas, were then 
'The endlefs love we owe to worthy men ? , 

Edith. Love of the worthiefl: ever blefs your HighKefs. {Exemn* 



Alius Quartus. Scena Trima. 



Enter Rollo with a Gla/s^ Aubrey, and Servants. 

I^oI.T Never ftudied my Glafs till now, 

1 It is exceeding well; now leave me ^ Couliif, ' 
How takes your eye the Objedt f 

j^nb. I have learn'd / 
So much. Sir, of the Courtier, as to fay 
Your Perfon does become your Habit \ 
Bat being called unto it by a noble War, 
Would grace an Armour better. 

Rol. You are ftill 
For that great Art of which you are the Matter ; 
Yet I muft tell you, that to the Encounters 
We oft attempt, arm'd only thus, we bring 
As troubled blood, fears mixt with flatt'ring hppes, 
The danger in the fervice too as great. 

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As when we are to charge quite through and through 
The Body of an Army. 

u^nb. ril not argue 
How you may rank the dangers, but will die in't. 
The ends which they arrive at, are as diftant 
In every circumftance, as far as Honour 
Is from Shame and Repentance. 

Rol. You are fowre ? 

y^fib. I wo jid fpeak my free thoughts, yet not appear fo 'r 
Nor am I fo ambitious of the Title 
Of one that dares talk any thing that was 
Againfl: the toffent of his own Opinion, 
That I afFed to fjeak ought may offend you : 
And therefore, "gracious Sir, be pleas'd to think 
My Manners or Difcretion have informed mc 
That I was born, in all good ends, to ferve you : / 
And not to check at what concerns me not : 
I look not with fore eyes on your rich out-lide. 
Nor rack my thoughts to find out to what purpofc 
'lis now employed ^ I wifh it may be.good. 
And that I hope offends not for a Subjeft- 
Towards his Prince in things indifferent ^ 
y To ufe the anfterenefs of a cenfuriqg Catas 
Is Arrogance, not Freedom.* 

Rol, I commend 
This temper in you, and will cherifli it. 

Enter Hamond with Letters-, 

They come from Rome^ Latorch imployed you ? 
Har^, True, Sir. 

^ol. I muft not now be troubled with a thought 
, Of any new Deiign ^ good j^nbrey read 'em,. . , 

And as they fhall diredt yoUj ufe my power, 
Or to reply or execute. 

Aab, I will, Sir. 

Rol. And Captain bring a Squadron of our Guard^ 
To th' Houfe that late was Baldwm% and there wait me». 
Ham. 1 Shall. 

I^ol. Some two hours hence. 

Bam. With ray beft care. 

J^oL Infpire me Love, and be thy Deity, 
Or fcorn'd, or feaf d, as now thou favour*ft me. [£;^/>Rolla 

Ham. My (lay to do. my Duty, may be wrongs 
Your Lordihips privacy. 

j4iib. Captain, your love 
Is ever welcome ^ 1 intreat your patience 

While 



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While I perufe thefe. 

Ham, I attend your pleafiire. 

Anh, How's this, a Plot on me ? 

Hum. What is contain d 
In th* Letters that I brought, that thus transports him ? 

Auh. To be wrought on by Rogues, and have my head 
Brought to the Ax by Knaves that cheat for Bread ? 
The Creatures of a Parafite, a Slave ^ 
1 find you here Latorch^ not wonder at it ; 
But that this honeft Captain fhould be made 
His Inftrument, afflids me j I'll make trial 
Whether his will or weaknefs made him do it. 
Captain you faw the Duke when he commanded 
I fhould do what thefe Letters did dired me, 
And 1 prefume you think Til not negledt 
For fear or favour, to remove all dangers 
How near foever thatman can be to me ' ^ 
From whom they fhould have birth. 

Ham. It is confirmed. 

Anh. Nor would you Captain, I believe, refufe, 
* Or for refpedt of thankfulnefs, or hopes. 
To ufe your Sword with fulleft confidence 
Where he fhallbid you ftrike. 

Ham. I never have done. 

Afib. Nor will I think- 

Ham. 1 hope it is not queftion'd. 

Afib. The means to have it fo, is now proposed you. 
Draw, fo, 'tis well, and next cut off my head. 

Ham, What means your Lordfhip ? 

Mb. 'Tis, Sir, the Duke's pleafure: 
My Innocence hath made me dangerous, . 
And I mull be remov'd, and you the man 
Muft ad his will. 

Ham. ril be a Tray tor firft, before I ferve it thus. 

Afib. It muft be done. 
And that you may not doubt it, there's your Warrant, 
But as you read, remember Hamond^ that 
I never wrong'd one of your brave Profeffion ^ \ 
And, though it be not manly, I muft grieve 
That man of whofe love I was mofl ambitious 
Could find no Objed of his hate but niei.,"^ 

Ham. It is no time to talk now,_ honour'd Sir, 
Be pleas d to hear thy Servant, I am wrong'd. 
And cannot, being now to ferve the Duke, 
Stay to exprefs themanner how ^ bui if 
1 do not fuddenly give you ftrong proofs, 

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Your life is dearer to ffie than my own,. 

May I live bafe, and die fo : Sir,, yotir pardon. E£^/> Hamond, 
J^b, I am both ways ruin'd, both ways mark't'for ftaughtcr, ^ 

On every fide,, about, behind, before me, 
_ My certain Fate is fixt: were I ^ Knave now, 

1 could avoid this;*. had my Ad:ions 

But meer Relations to their owh ends, I conld Tcapenow^: 

Oh Honefty ! thou eider Chitd'of Yertne, 

Thou Seed of Heaven, why to acquire thy Goodnefs 

Should Malice and Diltrull flick Thorns before us. 

And make us fwim unto thee, hung with Hazards ? 

But Heaven is got by fufFering, not difputing j 

'Say he knew this before-hand, where am I then ? 

Or fay he does know it, where*s my Loyalty ? 

I know his Nature, troubled as the Sea, 

And as the Sea devouring when he's vex'd, 
54 And I know Princes are their own Expounders- - 
/ Am 1 afraid of Death of dying nobly <* 

Of dying in my Innocence uprightly ? 

Have 1 met Death in all his Forms, and Fears, 

Nov/ on the points of Swords, now pitch'd on Lances? 

In Fires, and Storms of Arrows, Battles, Breaches ? 

And (hall I now fhrink from him, v/hen he courts me 

Smiling and full of Sandtity ? Til meet him ^ 

My Loyal hand and heart lhallgive this to him,. 

And though it bear beyond what Poets feign 

ih Punifhment, Duty (hall meet that pain ; 

And my molt conftant heart to do him good?. ; 

Shall check at neither pale affright nor blood. 

Enter Me jjenger. 

■Mejf, The Dutchefs prefently would crafve your prefence. 
jinb. I come ^ and Anbrey now refolve to keep 
Thy Honcmr living, though thy Bod y fleep. ^ {Exit. 

S C EN ^11. 

^ttr Editli, ^ Boy-^ 'dnii k Banqnet fervnt, 

Edith. Now for a Father's Murther, and thy ruine. 
All Chaflity (hall fuffer if he reign \ 
Thou blelFed Soul, Look down, and fleelthy Daughter, 
Look on the Sacrifice (he comes to fend thee, 
And through the: blpody CloudsJ^ehold my Piety, 
Take from my cold Heart Fear, irom my Sex Pity,' 
And as I wipe thofe Tears off, jfhed for thee, 



So 



So all remembrance may 1 lofe ofM^rcy-^ 
Give me a Womans anger bent to blood, 
The wildnefs of the Winds to drown his Vti^f^tSf 
Storm-like may my deftrtiftion fall uj^on hin^ll^^^' 
My Ka'p like roving Billows as they , ri^^^^ / 
Pour'd on his Soul to jjiak it, givje rtie jlatlterjr, 
(For yet my conftantSoul ne'er ;^new diflembling) 
Flattery the food of Fools, that f may rock hi^^ 
And lull him i^tbf Down of his defir^s : '\ 
That in the heTgK ol^all his Hopes ^a^^^ 
His Heaven forgot, and all his^Lulls upp^ him^^_ 
Myjgnd like Thunder froni a Cloud^^jnay^eizc^^^W 
I near him Gome^ go Boy, and entertain W 

£r7[.er RoUo. 
SON G. 

Tj4k^^ Oh tak§ thofeMp tm^y V-H - i 
That fo fwmly mre forfworny " 
And thofe Eyes lik§ breaks of Day^ 
Lights that do rpijlead the Morn^ 
But my Kijfes bring again^ 

Seals of LovCy though feaVd in wn. 

Hide:, 'Oh -hide thofe Hills of Snow^ 
Which thy frozxn Blo([om bears^ 

On whofe tops the Pinks that grow 
Are of thofe that April marsy 

B^t firfi fet my poor heart free^ 
Bound in thofe Ivy chains by thee, 

RoL What bright Statf, taking Beauty's form upofttli 
In all the happy Luftre of Heaven's Glory, 
Has drop'd down from the Sky to conifort me? 
Wonder of Nature, let it not prophane thee 
My rude hand touch thy Beauty,^ nor 'this Kifs, 
The gentle Sacrifice of Love and Service, 
Be offered to the Honour of thy Sweetriefs. 

Ed. My gracious Lord, no Deity dwells here, 
Nor nothing of that Vertue^ but Obedience, 
The Servant to your Will afFedsno Flattery. 

Rol, Can it be Flattery to fwear thofe Eyes 
Are Lovers eternal Lamps he fires all hearts with? 
That Tongue the fmart ftringto his Bow ? thofe Sighs 
^he deadly Shafts he fencfe into our Souls? 
Oh, look' upon me with thy Spring of Beauty. 

Ed, Your Grace is full of Game. 



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Rol. By Heaven, my Edith^ 
Thy Mother fed on Rofes when Ihe bred thee. 

Ed, And thine on Brambles that have prick'd her Heart outc 

RoL The fweetnefs of the Arabian Wind ftill blowing 
Upon the Treafures of Ptrfumes and Spices, > 
In all their Pride and.Pleafures call thee Miftrifs. 

Ed. Wirt pieaft you fit, Sir ? 

RoL So you pleafe fit by me, 
Fair gentle Maid, there is no fpeaking to thee, 
.The excellency that appears upon thee. 
Ties up my Tongtie : pray fpeak to me« 

Ed. Of what, Sir/' • 
I Rol, Of any thing, any thing is excellent, 
fwill you take my Diredions ? fpeak of Love then *, 
ISpeak of thy fair felf Edkh j and while thou fpeak'fl:, 
^Let me, thus languilhing^ give up my felf, Wench. 

Ed, H'as aftfange cunning tongue, why do youfigh, Sir? 
How mafterly he turns himfeif to catch me ? 

Rol, The way to 'Paradife, my gentle Maid, 
Is hard and crooked, fcarce Repentance finding, 
"With all her holy helps, the door to enter. 
Give me thy hand, what doft thou feel ? 

Ed. Your Tears, Sir. 
You weep extreamly .^ Itrengthen. me now Juftice. 
' Why are thefe Sorrows, Sir? 

RoL Thoii'd never love me 
If I ftiould tell thee, yet there's no way left 
¥ver to purchafe this bleft Paradife. 
But fwimming thither iu: tWe tears, 

Ed, I llagger. Rol, Are they not drops of blood ? 

Ed, Ko. ' J^o/.'Theyrefor^lood then, 
For guiltlefs blood, and they mull crop, "i^^^^^^ 
They muft thus drop, till 1 have di own'd my mifchiefs. 

Ed, If this be true, 1 have no Itrength to touch him. 

Rol, Iprethee look upon me, turn not from me j 
Alas, I do confefs, I'm made of mifchiefs. 
Begot with all man's miferies upon me j a 
^Butfee my Sorrows, Maid, and do not thou, 
Whofe only fweeteft Sacrifice is foftnefs, 
Whofe true Condition, tendernefsof Nature. 

Ed, My Anger melcs. Oh, I fhalj lofe my Juftice. 

Rol. Do not thbu.learn to kiU witFv cruelty, 
As ^ have done,\toitiurther with thy £yes,i 
(Thofe blelTed Eyes) as 1 have done with Malice, 
When thou haft wounded me to.death with Scorn, 
.(As I deferve it Lady) for my true love, 



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When thou haft loaden me with Earth for evef, 
Take heed my Sorrows, and the Stings I fufFer ; 
Take heed my nightly Dreams of Death and Horrour 
Purfue thee not : no time fliall tell thy Griefs then. 
Nor (hall an hour of Joy add to' thy Fcautres. 
Look not upon me as I kill'd thy Father, 
As I was fmear'd in blood, do not thoit iate me. 
But thus in whitenefs of my waih'd Repentance, 
In my hearts tears and truth of love to Edith, 
In my fair Life hereafter. 
£d. He will fool me. 

Rol. Oh with thine Angel eyes behold and clofe mc, 
Of Heaven we call for mercy, and obtain it j 
TcOM^ce for du^ and have it j 

Of thee 1 beg for Love, faveme, and give it. 

Ed. Now Heaven thy kelp, or I am gone for ever, 
His tongue has turn d me into melting pity. 

Emer Hamond, and Guard. 

Ham. Keep the doors fafe, and upon pain of degth 
Let no man enter till 1 give the Word. 
Gmrd. We fliall, Sir. / [_Exem, 

Ham, Here he is in all his pleafure ; I have my wiflr. 
Ml, How now? why doft thou ftare fo 
Ed. A help, 1 hope. 

Rol, What doft thou here ? who fent thee? 

Ham. My Brother, and the bafe malicious Office 
Thou mad'il me do to A^rey, pray, Rol Pray 

Ham, Pray *, pray, if thou can'ft pray, I fhall kill thy Soul elfe^ 
Pray fuddenly. Roi, Thou can'ft not be fo tray terous. 

Ham. It is a Juftice j ftay Lady •, 
For I perceive your end ^ a Womans hand 
Mufl not rob me of Vengeance. Ed. 'Tis my glory. 

Ham. 'Tis mine, ftay, and fliare with me j by the gods, Ro/ia^ 
There is no way to fave thy Life. Rol. No ? 

Ham. No, it is fo monfirous, no Repentance cures it. 

Rol. Why then thou,ihak kill her firft, and what this blood 
Will call upon thy curfed head. Ham. Poor Guard, Sir* 

Ed. Spare not, brave Captain. 

Rol, Fear, or the Devil has thee. 

Ham. Such fear, Sir, as you gave your honoured Mother, 
When your moft vertuous Brother, Shield-like, held her j 
Such ril give you, pptheraway. 
Rol. I will not, 1 will not die fo tamely. (theel 
Ham. Murtherous Villain , wilt thou draw Seas of blood upon 
Ed, Fear not, HiUhim, good Captain, any vvaydifpatch 

I Him, 



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Him, my Body's honor'd with that Sword that through me 
^ends his black Soul to Hell : Oh, but for one hand ! 

Ham. Shake him off bravely. 

Ed. He's too ftrong, ftrike him. 

Ham. Oh, ami with you Sir? now keep you from him. 
What, has he got, a Knife ? 

Ed, Look to him Captain, for now he will be mifchievous. 

Ham. Do you fmile, Sir ? 
Does it fo tickle you ? have at you once more. 

Ed. Oh bravely thruft \ take heed he come not in, Sir ; 
To him again, you give him too much refpite. 

B.oL Yet will you fave my life, and Til forgive thee. 
And give thee ail, all Honours, all Advancements, 
Call thee my Friend. Ed.. Strike, ftrike, and hear him not. 
His tongue will tempt a Saint. RoL Oh for my Souls fake ! 

Ed. Save nothing of him. 

Ham, Now for your farewel. 
Are you fo wary ? take you that.- Rd. Thou, that too ; 
Oh thou haft kiird me bafely, bafely, bafely. CPy^^. 

Ed, The juft reward of Murther falls vupon thee. 
How do you Sir ? has he not hurt you ? 

Hi^m, No, 1 feel not any thing. 

Anh, 1 charge you let us pafs. [Withw, 
Guard, You cannot yet. Sir. jink . Til make way then. 
ijmrd. We are fworn to our Captain,and till he give the word* 

Enter Sophia, Matilda, Aubrey, Lords and Amndants, 

Ham. Now let them in there. Sofh, Oh, here he lies. 
Sorrow on forrow feeks me, Oh, in his blood he lies. 

Ayoh, Had you fpoke foaner, 
This might have been prevented ^ 
Take the Dutchefs, 

And lead her off, this is no fight for her eyes. 

Mm. Oh, bravely done. Wench ! 

Ed, There ftands the Noble Doer. 

Mat, My Honour ever feek thee for thy Juftice, 
; Oh, 'twas a Deed of high and brave Adventtire, 
A Juftice for Heaven to envy at, 
Farewel my Sorrov;s, and my Tears take truce. 
My Wiflies are come round , Oh, bloody Brother, 
Till this hour never beauteous v till thy Life, 
Like a full Sacrifice for all thy Mifthicfs, 
Fiow'd from- thee in thefe Rivers, never righteaus : 
Oh, h6w my eyes arequarri'd with their Joys now ? ' 
My ioiging heart even leaping out for lightnefs ? "^'' 
B'lt die tliy black fins with thee, I forgive thee. ; 



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Who did this Deed ? 

Ham, I, and Til anfwer it. 

He faints,Oh,that fame curfed Knife has killed liim [Dies 

Mb, How? • L ' 

E^. He fnatch'd it from my hand, for whom I bore it, 
And as they grappled. ^ 

jinb, Juftice is ever equal. 
Had it not been on him, th'adfl dy 'd too honeft. 
Did you know of his Death ? ' Ed, Yes, and rejoyce in't. 

Anb, I'm forry for your Youth then ^ though the ftridnefs 
Of Law (hall not fall on you, that of Life 
Mufl: prefently, Go to a Cloy fter^j.. carry her» 
And there for ever lead your life in Penitence. 

Ed. Beft Father to ray Soul, 1 give you thanks, Sir, 
A. ' now my fair Revenges have their ends, 
My V jws fliall be my Kin, my Prayers my Friends. {^Exiu 

Enter Latorch , and Juglers. 

Lat. Stay there, I'll ftep in and prepare the Duke. 
Nor. We Iball have brave Rewards ? 
Eif. That is without queftion. 

Lat. By this time where'smy huffing Friend, Lord v^/zi-rg ? 
Where's that good Gentleman ^ Oh, I could laugh now. 
And burft my felf with meer Imagination j 
A wife man, and a valiant man, a }uft man j 
To fufFer himfelf be juggPd out of the World, 
By anumberof poor Gypfies? farewel,Swafh-buckIer, _ 
For I know thy mouth is cold enough by tHIs Time ^ 
A hundred of ye I can *fhave as neatly, 
And ne'er draw blood in fhew : now fhall my Honour. 
My Power and Vertue walk alone : my Pleafure 
Obferv'd by all, all knees bend to my Worfhip, 
All futes to me as Saints of all their Fortunes, 
Preferr'd and crowded too, what full place of credit, 
And what place now ? your J.ordfhip? no, 'tis common, 
^ Bnt that I'll think to morrow on , now for my bufinefs. 

t Aiib. Who's there ? 
Lat. Dead, ray Mafter dead ? Aubrey alive too ? 
Guard, Latorch^ Sir. Anb, Seize his Body. 

Lat. My Msfter dead ? 
Anh. And you within this half hour, 
I Prepare yeur felf good Devil, you mull to it, , 
' Millions of Gold fhall not redeem thy Mifchief, ' 
' .Beheld the Juftice of thy Practice, Villain \ 
The Mafs of Murthers thou hafl drawn upon us : 
Bchoidthy Dodlrine ; you look now for Reward, Sir, 



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To be advancM, rm fare, for all your Labours ? 
And you fhall have it, make his Gallows higher 
By ten foot at the leaft, and then advance him. 

Lat. Mercy, mercy. Afib, 'Tis too late FooJ^ 
Such as you meant for me, away with him. t^e is led o/it. 

What gaping Knaves are thefe, bring 'em in Fellows, 
Now, what are you? - 

Nor, Mathematicians, if it picafe your Lordfliip. 

j4nb. And you drew a Figure ? 

F//. And we have drawn naany. 

yi^h. For the Duke, I mean ; Sir Lmrch's Knaves you are. 
Nor, We know the Gentleman. 
Jlnb, What did he promife you ? 
Nor. We are paid already. 

j^fib. But I will fee you better paid, go whip them. ^ r 

Nor, We do befeech your Lordfhip, we were hir'd. 

j^fib. 1 know you were, and you fliall have your hire j 
Whip 'em extremely, whip that Doftor there, 
Till he record himfelf a Rogue. 

Nor. 1 am one, Sir. 

j^hb. Whip him for being one, and when they are whip't. 
Lead 'em to the Gallows, to fee their Patron hang'd ; 
Away with them. [J hey are led out. 

Nor, Ah, good my Lord. 

Anh, Now to rny own Right, Gentlemen. 

1 Lord, Yen have the next indeed, we all confefsit, 
And here ftand ready to inveft you with it. 

2 Lord, Which to make Wronger to you, and the furer 
"^'lan blood or mifchiefs dare infringe again, 

ehlDld this Lady, Sir, this Noble Lady, . 
il of the blood as you are, of that nearnefs, 
ow blefled would it be? 

. Jith, I apprehend you, and fo the fair Manlda dare accept 
Me her ever conftant Servant. 

Mat. Jnall pnrenefs, ' 
In all humility of heart. and fervices, 
Ta the moll Noble Aubrey I fubmit me. 

Anb. Then this 'is our firfl Tye, now to onr Bufinefs. 

I Lord, We are ready all to put the Honour on you, Sir. 

Attb, Thefe fad Rites muft be done firfl, take up the Bodies^ 
This, as he was a Prince, fo Princely Funeral ' ^ 

Sl^all wait upon him on this honcll: Captain, 
The decency of Ai;ms ; a Tear *for him too. 

So^ fadly on^ afid'\u we zlcw his bloody 

May his ExA^nfle in ohr Enle ralfe good. 1 



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